Untitled 12 (Urban Echoes)

Veiled under broad fields of milky white, the composition reads like a palimpsest—an image repeatedly covered, yet refusing to be silenced. A dark cruciform seam anchors the surface, while bruised reds, ember oranges, and faint yellows leak through at the edges like memory pressing against erasure, creating a quiet tension between concealment and revelation. The softened transitions and granular texture turn the painting into a breathing wall of time, where each layer suggests both protection and loss, and the remaining apertures become sites of intimacy and insistence.