



This monochrome abstraction stages a quiet encounter between the organic and the architectural: a bruised, cloudlike mass of layered washes and restless scribbles drifts against a rigid vertical band, while a translucent triangular βhouseβ form anchors the right side like a memory of shelter. A single thick black lineβpart tether, part conduitβcuts through the composition, binding disparate marks into a fragile circuitry that suggests communication strained by distance. The limited palette turns every smudge and erasure into a register of time, where presence is not declared but accumulated through traces, hesitations, and returns.







