Meeting

In a hushed interior rendered through translucent washes and scraped, restless brushwork, the room feels less like a setting than a memory settling into place. The arched niche—warm with earthen ochres—frames a solitary, spectral figure whose softened contours hover between presence and absence, as if the space itself is holding its breath. Empty chairs gather in the foreground like witnesses to an unspoken ritual, their dark weight countering the pale, open walls and amplifying the quiet tension between community and isolation. Light is treated not as illumination but as erosion, gently abrading certainty and leaving only the architecture of longing behind.