Slivor (Chromatic Currents)

A veiled cartography seems to surface and dissolve at once, as soot-dark clusters hover like continents while luminous vertical drips pull the image downward into a slow, gravitational melt. Pastel strata—peach, aqua, and acid yellow—read as light leaking through memory, turning what might be landscape into an emotional weather system. The tension between granular abrasion and silken flow suggests a world in transition, where clarity is repeatedly interrupted by erasure. In this suspended instability, the work becomes a meditation on how perception fractures—how places, and selves, are perpetually rewritten by time.