

This work gathers a city’s pulse into a suspended tangle of line and translucent wash, where saffron and ember hues flare against a cooling veil of violet like memory heated to the point of confession. Sketch-like scaffolding and drifting fragments of text behave as urban relics—half-erased notices and overheard voices—suggesting a narrative that refuses to settle into a single reading. The composition oscillates between collapse and construction: vertical streaks descend like rain or time, while the central knot of marks insists on resilience, turning noise into a strangely luminous order.