



A luminous field of ochre and citron hovers above a cooler, aqueous base, as if the painting is staging a meeting between sunlit memory and submerged intuition. At the center, a red, faceted burst—part shelter, part wound—anchors a tangle of calligraphic lines and geometric fragments that read like a private alphabet, suggesting figures and structures without ever fully settling into certainty. The surface texture, with its scraped passages and layered veils, turns time into a visible material: marks are buried, resurfaced, and revised, evoking the way experience accumulates through both construction and erasure. The work ultimately feels like a map of an inner city—where vitality and disquiet coexist—inviting the eye to navigate its shifting borders between order and improvisation.







