Ekam

The painting assembles an urban shoreline from stacked, house-like geometries, as if the city is being remembered rather than recorded—its edges softened by scraped layers and breathy veils of blue-gray. Rusted oranges and bruised violets pulse through the masonry, turning architecture into warmth and fatigue, while the pale, open sky leaves a suspended hush around the crowded forms. Horizontal smears at the base read like water or time itself, reflecting the settlement in broken bands and suggesting a life lived between stability and drift. What emerges is a quiet meditation on habitation: a place built upward against uncertainty, held together by light, weather, and persistence.