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size:from collection "Edge of memory"
My abstract paintings are born from silence — from what cannot be said but insists on being felt. Color becomes breath; gesture becomes memory. Each surface holds traces of something once present: a fleeting body, a half-remembered place, a moment that refuses to fade. In the process of layering, erasing, and revealing, I seek to touch the invisible — the emotional residue that remains after experience dissolves. These forms do not depict; they evoke. They speak in the language of rhythm, absence, and the slow movement of time. Sometimes I wonder if abstraction is not an escape from reality, but its most honest mirror — how else can we paint what has no shape, yet defines who we are?
size:from collection "Edge of memory"
size:The bird took flight_neither left,nor arrived-it simply ..disappeared.
