



A dense black field presses forward like a veil, yet its darkness is fissured by streaked, vertical abrasions that read as both scar and rainfallβtime made visible through repeated contact. The composition stages a quiet struggle between opacity and disclosure, where small flashes of pale ground insist on survival beneath the weight of pigment. In this pared palette, light becomes an ethical force rather than a decorative one, suggesting memoryβs persistence: not a clear image recovered, but a presence felt through what resists being fully erased.







