

This fragmented collage reads like an archaeological cross‑section of memory, where torn white seams carve the image into uneasy compartments and turn absence into a structural force. Dense, frantic black mark‑making cages a muted figure-like presence, while the ochres and greens suggest aged paper and weathered time, as if the work were salvaged from an archive rather than composed in a single moment. A solitary red, fish-shaped form slides along the lower edge like a muted alarm—an emblem of instinct and survival—counterpointing the brittle, diagrammatic panel at right that feels simultaneously botanical and cartographic. Together, these dissonant registers—gesture, trace, and void—stage a quiet narrative of rupture and reconstruction, where meaning is continuously stitched together and pulled apart.







