



The painting constructs an uneasy architecture from thin, insistent white lines, as if a city’s skeleton were being drafted over a landscape still smoldering with heat. A turbulent field of ember reds and ochres presses against deep charcoals and mossy greens, turning space into a contested terrain where light feels less like illumination and more like pressure. These angular partitions read like thresholds—doors, windows, scaffolds—suggesting memory’s attempt to impose order on something raw and uncontainable, a quiet negotiation between ruin and renewal.







