This mixed-media abstraction feels like a quiet archaeological find suspended in milked light—burlap-like ribbons rise and fold as if weathered by time, their coarse tactility set against a misted ground of pale blues and sand. Scattered hexagonal cells, beads, and slender shards drift through the composition like a private cosmology, suggesting both organic growth and the measured geometry of constructed systems. The tension between frayed fabric and crystalline order stages a meditation on how memory organizes itself: not as a single narrative, but as fragments that cling, glint, and slowly reassemble into meaning.