



Suspended in a sulphur-yellow glow, this composition assembles wheeled fragments and scaffold-like struts into a precarious architecture, as if memory has been engineered from salvaged parts. The palette—violets and rusts pressed against incandescent gold—creates a charged atmosphere where warmth reads less as comfort than as heat, a daylight that exposes and distorts. Spatially, the forms hover between diagram and dream, their circular motifs repeating like gears or celestial bodies, suggesting motion that never quite resolves. What emerges is a quiet allegory of modern construction: the impulse to build coherence from broken mechanisms, and the uneasy beauty of a world held together by provisional balance.







