

This richly encrusted abstraction reads like a weathered map of sensation, where cracked, cellular lattices hold warmth and bruise-toned memory in place. Rusted reds and ember oranges bloom against cooling pools of turquoise, creating a push–pull between heat and respite, as if the surface is simultaneously healing and breaking open. The raised network of lines functions like a fragile scaffolding—suggesting skin, coral, or ancient plaster—turning material decay into a quiet meditation on resilience and transformation.







