

This spare, diagrammatic composition stages emptiness as a charged presence: a wide field of white is held in tension by a broken perimeter of ink-black arcs and pale ochres, like a boundary simultaneously drawn and eroded. A cloud of dense, nervous hatching gathers at the upper left, suggesting thought, weather, or memory accumulating against the edge, while tiny punctuations of red and scattered marks read as human scale—incidents, signals, or wounds—adrift in a near-silent expanse. The work’s quiet drama lies in its asymmetry: containment gives way to openness, and the viewer is invited to inhabit the interval between architecture and breath, plan and reverie.







