Untitled 11 (Rhythmic Echoes)

Rendered in a stark monochrome, the work repeats a ruined, window-like façade as though memory itself were stuttering—each iteration more abraded, more spectral, yet stubbornly present. Charcoal blacks pool like smoke and shadow, while scraped whites open brief apertures of “air,” turning architecture into a psychological interior rather than a stable place. The coarse, distressed textures suggest erosion and impact, and the looping marks read as hesitant gestures—attempts to hold onto form before it dissolves back into atmosphere. What emerges is a quiet narrative of persistence: the remnants of shelter and belonging hovering between disappearance and return.