



This painting conjures a city not as architecture but as memory—countless house-like outlines rising and dissolving in a haze of scraped blues, ash-whites, and sudden ember-red marks. The composition pulses between order and erosion: repeated gabled forms suggest community and shelter, yet the broken grid and palimpsest of strokes imply time’s weathering, noise, and the fragility of belonging. Light behaves like a scattered signal, igniting windows and edges in yellow and orange, as if intimacy persists in fragments even when the larger map becomes unreadable. In this layered field, the metropolis feels both populous and solitary, a chorus of dwellings rendered as fleeting impressions rather than fixed places.







