This composition drifts like a submerged architecture, where veils of turquoise and slate overlap into a shifting field of fractured planes. Thin, decisive white lines cut through the haze like signals or coordinates, momentarily pinning down a space that otherwise refuses to settle. The interplay of scraped textures and translucent blocks suggests memory being edited in real time—erased, re-layered, and reassembled into a calm that still carries electrical tension. In its cool restraint, the work becomes a meditation on structure and dissolution, as if the city and the psyche were built from the same unstable grid.