



Suspended between a cool, fogged atmosphere and a saturated cobalt base, the composition reads like a memory of an object rather than the object itself—an oblong white form drifting through smudged graphite and bruised blacks. Electric accents of yellow and orange act as charged signals, stitching the field together while also disrupting it, as if the scene is being continually revised in the mind. The tension between scraped, weathered surfaces and decisive blocks of color gives the work its quiet drama: a negotiation between weight and buoyancy, presence and erasure. In this restrained palette, space becomes psychological—an interior horizon where stillness is edged with unease and fragile optimism.







