



A field of smoldering ochres and rust tones holds the viewer in a suspended heat, as if the surface were still cooling from some private combustion. Two pale, vertical apparitions rise like weathered pillars, their edges eroded into powdery light, while dark nodes and a tenuous arc stitch them together in a fragile circuitry of contact. The composition reads as a quiet diagram of distance and connection—marks that suggest relationship more than representation—where the material’s abrasion becomes a metaphor for memory: what persists, what fades, and what continues to link us across the void.







