Untitled 13

Suspended in a nocturnal field of greys, the work stages a quiet drama where a milky band of light cleaves the darkness like a memory surfacing through fog. Sparse, calligraphic marks—half grass, half glyph—flicker across the surface, suggesting a landscape that is less observed than sensed, its forms dissolving at the edge of perception. The central, hovering silhouettes read as presences rather than figures, intimating solitude and the uncanny companionship of shadows. In this restrained monochrome, space becomes psychological: an expanse where silence, distance, and faint illumination negotiate the possibility of meaning.