



This composition reads like a fractured architecture of memory, where sharp, intersecting lines cut through earthen fields to reveal sudden seams of saffron, emerald, and ember—color as a pulse rather than a surface. The space is deliberately unsettled: translucent planes overlap and collide, creating a shifting depth that feels both constructed and on the verge of collapse. Light appears as abrasion, scraped into the paint in angular strokes that suggest tension, rupture, and the persistence of structure amid uncertainty. In its near-urban geometry and bruised palette, the work becomes a meditation on containment—how order is drafted, crossed out, and redrawn by emotion.







