



Bathed in a field of sun-warmed yellow, the composition suspends a compact grid of translucent reds and greens like a distant window or memory held just out of reach. The softened edges, faint drips, and ghostly pencil marks below propose an archaeology of lookingβlayers of hesitation and return where structure is repeatedly built and gently undone. Color becomes atmosphere rather than object, and the workβs quiet geometry reads as an intimate diagram of interior space: ordered, permeable, and haunted by what has been erased.







