



This work reads like an excavated relic: two earthen panels hover in quiet tension, their rust-and-ochre surfaces scarred with granular crusts that catch the light like sedimentary time. The lower field ruptures into fibrous, sinewy protrusions—part root, part wound—introducing a visceral note that complicates the piece’s otherwise meditative geometry. A narrow interval of white space between the blocks functions as a held breath, a threshold where memory and matter separate yet continue to speak across the divide. In its restrained palette and assertive tactility, the artwork suggests transformation through weathering—beauty not as polish, but as endurance.







