



A veiled field of graphite-grey holds a pale, bruised rectangle at its center, as if an image has been excavated from memory rather than painted into presence. From this quiet ground, a rust-red lattice of repeated, arrowing stems descends like a coded rainfall, tender yet insistent, suggesting both growth and warning in the same breath. The workβs power lies in its restraint: surface abrasion and muted light create a sense of time-worn ceremony, where an archaic symbol system hovers between legibility and erasure, inviting contemplation of what persists after meaning has faded.







