Untitled 1 (Urban Tapestry)

This work reads like a fragile archive held together by discipline and decay: a strict grid of etched marks sits centrally, yet it is softened and partially swallowed by the fibrous haze of handmade pulp. The muted earthen palette and the ragged perimeter turn the sheet into both image and relic, where light catches on strands and creases as if time itself were embedded in the surface. Within the squares, the ghosted symbols feel like half-erased records—suggesting memory’s attempt to organize experience while the material insists on erosion, interruption, and loss. The tension between system and seepage becomes the quiet drama here, a meditation on what can be catalogued and what inevitably frays beyond measure.