



This suite of images reads like a private atlas of contemporary life, where familiar icons—house, tree, clothing, car—are flattened into archetypes and then re-inhabited by dense, scribbled strata of memory, notation, and lived residue. The compositions balance childlike clarity of silhouette against restless internal textures, suggesting that identity and place are never singular surfaces but patchworks of accumulated signals. Bold fields of orange and blue act as psychological weather—heat and coolness—holding the motifs in suspension, while the scattered symbols and pseudo-writing introduce a poetic uncertainty, as if meaning is continuously being drafted, erased, and rewritten. What emerges is a tender critique of everyday modernity: the things we “own” become containers that quietly own us back, storing our anxieties, routines, and small hopes in their patterned skins.







