

This painting constructs a city of interiors—stacked balconies, window-like apertures, and tilted planes—where architecture feels less like shelter than like a mind arranging its memories into rooms. Warm ember reds and ochres glow against sootier greys, creating the sensation of light leaking through private thresholds, as if each opening holds a fragment of lived story. The assertive black contouring both stabilizes and fractures the space, turning the composition into a precarious choreography between belonging and dislocation. In this compressed, almost theatrical geometry, the everyday becomes symbolic: a nocturne of habitation, where intimacy is visible only in flashes.