Algebra

This spare lattice of black contours stages a quiet argument between order and drift: rectilinear frames insist on structure while their wavering edges confess the hand, the breath, the human refusal of perfect geometry. Overlaps create translucent “rooms” of negative space, so the eye moves like a thought—looping, revising, returning—through passages that never fully close. In the absence of color, line becomes the work’s emotion, turning the paper into a map of connections where boundaries feel provisional and every enclosure is also an opening.