A solitary, patchworked tower-boat drifts in a wide, wind-scored expanse, its skin stitched from domestic patterns and architectural fragments as though memory itself has been built into a vessel. The restrained palette of sand, olive, and bone quiets the scene, while the rhythmic, grain-like strokes of the background turn space into current—an atmosphere that carries rather than locates. Hovering between home and ruin, the structure reads as a portable city: resilient, uncanny, and tenderly precarious, orbiting its own wake like a thought that cannot quite come to rest.