This painting constructs a wavering city of signs—triangles, gables, and sail-like planes—hovering between architecture and memory, as though the place is being rebuilt from sensations rather than streets. Broad fields of green and teal hold the composition in a calm, aqueous suspension, while sudden eruptions of ochre and orange cut through like sunlight striking rooftops at an oblique hour. The layered, partially erased surfaces suggest time’s abrasion: structures appear, dissolve, and reassert themselves, turning the landscape into a palimpsest of habitation and longing. In its restless geometry, the work reads as a meditation on how we navigate inner terrains—finding orientation not by exact landmarks, but by recurring fragments of color and form.