

A lattice of pale, repetitive grids rises like a silent metropolis, its countless windows reduced to rhythm and restraint, where light is not depicted but implied through the sheer insistence of white against grey. The lone figure at the bottom edge becomes a measure of scale and vulnerability, dwarfed by an architecture that feels more like a system than a shelter. Subtle breaks in the pattern—curving traces and darker seams—read as fleeting human disruptions, suggesting that within ordered modernity, memory and drift still press against the plan. The work holds a quiet tension between containment and openness, turning the city into a meditation on anonymity and perseverance.







