

This painting builds a dense, labyrinthine field where fractured planes in bruised violets and earthy reds press against one another like memories refusing to settle. The composition feels simultaneously architectural and bodily—suggestive silhouettes and mask-like voids surface, then dissolve, as if identity is being reconstructed from shards. Slips of pale pigment act as brief apertures of light, guiding the eye through a cluttered interior space that reads as both city and psyche. In its layered opacity, the work conveys a quiet tension between containment and eruption, holding intimacy and unease in the same breath.