

This work moves like a memory caught mid-erasure: pale, bone-lit arcs sweep across a field of muted earth, as if a figure or winged form were turning through dust rather than air. The composition hinges on a diagonal surge of light against ochre shadow, where blurred contours and granular marks suggest both tenderness and abrasionβgesture as excavation. What emerges is not a stable subject but the sensation of transformation itself, a quiet struggle between presence and disappearance that leaves the viewer listening for what cannot quite be named.







