Zero Time 2 (Untitled)

A fractured, house-like silhouette rises from a field of ember reds and soot-dark blues, its edges scorched into visibility as if memory itself has been heat-forged. The composition hinges on sharp diagonals—slivers and shards that interrupt the central void—creating a tense rhythm between shelter and rupture, construction and collapse. Light seems to leak from within the form in sulfurous yellows and acidic greens, suggesting an interior life that persists even as the surface bears abrasion, grit, and weathered time. What emerges is not an architecture of comfort but a portrait of endurance: a place held together by pressure, where habitation becomes an act of defiance against entropy.