



This work reads like a weathered cartography of sensation—translucent planes stretched and buckled, as if memory itself has been heat-softened and forced to hold its bruises. The palette of rust, ochre, and wine-dark reds pools and bleeds across the surface, suggesting both sediment and spill, where time accumulates and emotion stains. Its sculptural folds interrupt the pictorial field with bodily protrusions, turning the “page” into an object that resists flat comprehension, inviting touch while quietly warning of fragility. In that tension between gloss and wound, the piece proposes transformation as an uneasy beauty: matter learning to speak through distortion.







