This painting gathers fractured planes of turquoise, indigo, and ochre into a hovering constellation, as if a remembered city has been taken apart and reassembled by feeling rather than geography. The cool, bruised field around it acts like silence—an expanse that both isolates and sanctifies the clustered forms—while scraped edges and layered pigment make time visible, suggesting erosion, revision, and return. Light appears not as a single source but as intermittent flare-ups within the blocks of color, creating a precarious balance between weight and lift, construction and collapse. What emerges is a meditation on belonging: structures that try to hold, yet remain beautifully provisional.