

This work stages an unstable architecture of memory: charcoal-like scaffolds and fractured planes hover in a fog of milky whites, as if the city has been rubbed out and rewritten in the same breath. Warm rusts, ochres, and bruised pinks flare beneath the veils, suggesting lived heat and private histories pushing through attempts at erasure. The composition’s shifting depth—part blueprint, part ruin—creates a restless tempo where outlines threaten to collapse, yet the luminous center holds like a fragile truce between order and upheaval.