Its My View 3 (Memento Mori)

This monochrome drawing stages a suspended, womb-like vessel whose dense filigree skin reads as both shelter and containment, a private architecture built from obsessive marks. A soft central void—almost a crater or bowl—invites contemplation, while jagged teeth and needle-like spires puncture the perimeter, turning calm interior space into a site of quiet threat. Scattered fragments and tremoring, waveform lines suggest signals breaking up at the edge of perception, as if the work records a memory being transmitted, distorted, and reassembled. The tension between meticulous patterning and abrupt ruptures gives the piece its emotional charge: a meditation on fragility, control, and the porous boundary between inner refuge and external intrusion.