



Veils of ink-like darkness descend across a fractured field of color, as if memory itself were dripping over the scene and softening its edges into uncertainty. Disembodied faces—half-emergent, half-erased—hover in layered planes, their muted mouths and averted gazes suggesting a chorus of unspoken histories. The sudden clarity of the blue fish cuts through the opacity like a lucid thought, a small, vigilant witness swimming between identities and compartments of space. In this compressed, collage-like architecture, light becomes not illumination but interruption—brief flashes of ochre and white that insist on presence amid deliberate concealment.







