Untitled 10 (Converging Lines)

The work stages a quiet architectural void as a site of psychic tension: a pale, window-like aperture holds a dense tangle of black trajectories, as if thought itself were being sketched in midair. Cool greys and muted blues wash the surface with an atmospheric stillness, while the diagonal lattice of lines fractures depth, collapsing interior and exterior into a single suspended moment. What reads at first as a blueprint becomes a meditation on containment—how order is proposed, then undone—leaving the viewer to navigate a fragile balance between structure and unraveling.