



This monochrome landscape reduces habitation to a procession of pale, pitched-roof forms, as if memory has softened the village into hovering silhouettes rather than fixed architecture. The blurred, charcoal-rich handling lets light bleed across edges, turning streets and slopes into a quiet current that carries the eye in gentle diagonals from foreground mass to distant repetition. In the tension between solid blocks and dissolving atmospheres, the work speaks to impermanence—homes as both shelter and apparition—where familiarity persists even as it slips toward dream.







