

A scattered constellation of house-like forms rises and dissolves within a weathered field of muted greens and greys, as if memory itself were building a village and then letting it drift. Brisk vermilion and ochre lines articulate roofs and thresholds, injecting warmth and human presence into the misted atmosphere while the scraped, layered paint suggests time’s erosion across lived spaces. The composition feels both intimate and unmoored—dwellings become symbols of shelter and belonging, yet their floating arrangement hints at displacement, fragility, and the quiet persistence of home as an idea rather than a fixed place.







