Untitled 7 (Abandoned Room)

In this quiet, graphite-lit interior, the vacant chair becomes a surrogate body—present in posture yet emptied of its occupant—while the window’s dull rectangle holds a bruised, unreadable night. Carefully rationed light slides across the tiled floor, turning scattered papers and discarded clothing into small emblems of interruption, as if daily life has been paused mid-breath. The composition’s asymmetry—heavier, cluttered shadows to the left and a stark, pale wall to the right—creates a psychological imbalance, a room split between memory and erasure. What remains is not narrative certainty but an afterimage of intimacy: a domestic stage where absence is the central figure.