Acrylic on canvas 90cm x 120cm
In this piece, I was thinking about what remains after a place has been left behind. I built the surface through layers of worn textures and muted tones—rust, ash, and soft gold—to create something that feels aged, almost weathered by time.
Along the lower part, I started to see shapes forming that reminded me of a distant skyline, but nothing clear. It feels blurred to me, like something half-remembered or seen through reflection rather than directly.
As the eye moves upward, everything begins to fade. The space opens, becoming lighter and quieter, almost empty. For me, that contrast is important—it’s not just about what’s there, but also what’s missing.
I like that it doesn’t show a specific place. It feels more like a memory of a city than the city itself—something broken into fragments, shifting the more you try to hold onto it.
Acrylic on canvas 90cm x 120cm
In this piece, I was thinking about what remains after a place has been left behind. I built the surface through layers of worn textures and muted tones—rust, ash, and soft gold—to create something that feels aged, almost weathered by time.
Along the lower part, I started to see shapes forming that reminded me of a distant skyline, but nothing clear. It feels blurred to me, like something half-remembered or seen through reflection rather than directly.
As the eye moves upward, everything begins to fade. The space opens, becoming lighter and quieter, almost empty. For me, that contrast is important—it’s not just about what’s there, but also what’s missing.
I like that it doesn’t show a specific place. It feels more like a memory of a city than the city itself—something broken into fragments, shifting the more you try to hold onto it.