A stepped, temple-like silhouette rises from a field of quiet paper, yet its body is built from countless broken marks—brown shards that read like fragments of language or eroded mosaic. The disciplined outer contour contains an interior agitation, where density gathers and loosens, suggesting memory accumulating in layers and then splintering under scrutiny. Light is not painted but engineered through absence: the white ground presses in as a luminous void, turning the figure into an apparition suspended between monument and ruin. The work holds a poignant tension between order and entropy, as if permanence is only ever assembled from what has already been scattered.