Untitled 293

This painting stages a restless architecture of memory—stacked planes and fractured geometries that read like a city built from sensations rather than stone. A cool turquoise field on the left offers a fleeting breath of clarity, yet it is quickly invaded by warm corals and mauves, as if order is perpetually dissolving into lived experience. Dripped veils and scraped passages act like time stains, softening edges and turning the composition into a palimpsest where construction and erosion occur at once. The work ultimately suggests that stability is an illusion: what holds the image together is not perspective, but the emotional logic of accumulation, interruption, and renewal.