



This painting constructs a city not through perspective, but through memoryβhouses repeating like half-recalled sentences, suspended in a dense weave of ochres and muted greens. The surface is built from stacked, scraped planes that let light behave as atmosphere rather than illumination, turning architecture into a warm, vibrating field. Blackened rooflines and window marks function as anchors, suggesting private interiors within the anonymity of the grid, as if the work meditates on how belonging persists amid urban accumulation. The overall rhythm feels both crowded and tender, balancing communal proximity with the solitude of individual dwellings.







