Veiled beneath a gauzy lattice of marks, the composition feels like an artifact of memory—an image repeatedly erased and re-inscribed until only its most essential structures remain. Cool blue-gray planes and faint geometric scaffolding hover over bruised umbers, creating a tension between engineered order and the weathering force of time. Light behaves here as a residue rather than an illumination, catching on the grid like static, so the viewer reads the surface as both map and mist. The work ultimately speaks to perception’s fragility: a world organized by lines and systems, yet perpetually slipping into atmosphere.