Untitled 11 (Urban Grid)

This work stages a quiet drama between structure and current: a grid of cool blues and pale, window-like bands suggests an ordered architecture, while the dark, sweeping curve presses through it like a conduit for memory or force. Flecks of yellow and green puncture the haze as brief signals—industrial lights or hesitant hopes—hovering against a surface that feels scraped, layered, and timeworn. The composition holds tension between containment and flow, implying an urban interior where human presence is only an afterimage, sensed through the machinery of space rather than depicted outright.