



This wall-bound constellation of prints and drawings reads like an unfolding notebook of consciousness, where disparate fragments—geometric schematics, a reclining figure, and an icon-like face—collide and cohere through the repeated insistence of black ink. The composition choreographs interruption and return: hard-edged forms and errant hatch marks create a pulse of acceleration, while pockets of pale ground offer brief silence, as if the eye is allowed to breathe between episodes. Rusted reds and bruised browns surface like memories staining the paper, giving the work a human temperature amid its diagrammatic language. What emerges is a quiet narrative of making and unmaking—an archive of gestures that treats space not as background, but as a field where thought, body, and symbol negotiate their uneasy truce.







