Sailing Behind The River Of Holy City

This densely layered abstraction reads like a city remembered rather than observed—rooftops, scaffolds, and faceted silhouettes rising and dissolving within a restless weave of marks. Warm ochres and rusts are interrupted by cool turquoise and slate, creating flashes of clarity that feel like streetlight or water reflections caught between drifting planes. The composition orchestrates a productive disorder: repeated triangles and ladders suggest construction and ascent, while smudged passages and scratched lines speak to erosion, noise, and the fragile persistence of human pattern-making. What emerges is a portrait of urban consciousness—simultaneously architectural and emotional—where place becomes a mosaic of time, movement, and unfinished stories.