



Set on humble brown paper, this suite reads like a field notebook of a mind translating lived experience into fragments—ink-drawn figures and objects drifting between diagram and daydream. The recurring blue “windows” puncture the earthy ground like screens or memories, their crisp geometry and red edges insisting on interruption: moments of clarity spliced into a continuous, hand-drawn flow. Loose, wandering lines stitch the panels together with a nervous tenderness, suggesting a narrative that refuses linear closure—more archive than story, where the personal and the urban become interchangeable symbols. In the tension between the raw support and the saturated inserts, the work meditates on how perception is edited: what we carry forward is never whole, only sharply lit shards.







