



Arranged as a quiet sextet of vertical panels, the work reads like successive impressions of a single memoryβeach frame holding a ember-like core of ochre and crimson that struggles against encroaching darkness. Tangled linear tracery and ink-like splatters behave as both nervous system and scar tissue, mapping an interior anatomy where figure and ground continually exchange roles. The repetition becomes a meditation on recurrence: sensation returning in altered temperature, as if the psyche revisits the same event from six different thresholds of light. What emerges is a tender tension between containment and overflow, a ritual of fragmentation that paradoxically gathers the self into presence.







