A field of saturated teal becomes both atmosphere and memory, its surface scraped and reworked until the paint reads like weathered fabric carrying the residue of motion. Across this cool expanse, dark, skeletal forms flicker between wing, branch, and figure—gestures that suggest flight and fracture at once, as if the image is caught mid-transformation. Thin seams of ochre light rise through the abrasion like submerged heat, implying an inner radiance struggling to articulate itself beneath erasure. The work holds a tense lyricism: a choreography of presence and disappearance that turns space into a psychological terrain rather than a place.