Comb 6

Suspended in a field of quiet off-white, a sequence of rounded horizontal forms reads like fossilized beams or weathered lintels, each band scored with fine vertical striations that suggest time’s slow accounting. The restrained palette of umber, ash-grey, and diluted ochre lets light feel less like illumination than erosion, thinning the pigment into breathy veils that soften the edges of certainty. Repetition here becomes meditation: the intervals between forms act as pauses, inviting contemplation of what endures, what fades, and how memory is built in layers of residue rather than declaration. The work holds a calm, architectural gravity—an abstract ledger of presence, absence, and the quiet discipline of order.