



This work stages a quiet confrontation between permanence and fracture, as dark, monolithic forms read like an unfinished city or ancient ruin pressed against a broad, ochre sky that feels both sunlit and dust-laden with memory. The surface is built from interlocking fields of patterned color—rose, teal, and moss—whose mosaic-like textures suggest accumulated histories, as if the scene has been pieced together from remnants rather than painted in a single breath. A pale, sweeping band cuts across the lower register like a road, a scar, or a river of light, guiding the eye through compressed space and turning the composition into a meditation on passage—what endures, what erodes, and what is carried forward.







