

This work builds a city not from streets and facades, but from stacked planes of memory—rectangular blocks that read like dwellings, screens, and sealed compartments of lived experience. Cool blues and teals dominate the architecture with a hushed, industrial calm, while the warm ochres at the base glow like residual sunlight or human presence pressing up from below, insisting on warmth within the grid. The softened edges and layered scumbles dissolve certainty of outline, suggesting an urban identity perpetually under construction, where permanence is only an illusion made of repeated marks. In its compressed, almost claustrophobic verticality, the painting becomes a meditation on how collective life accumulates—dense, beautiful, and quietly disorienting.







