Acrylic on canvas 100cm x 120cm
When I look at this piece, I feel like I’m remembering a city rather than seeing it clearly. I didn’t want sharp buildings or defined streets—instead, I built it in fragments, like memories that come back in pieces. Some areas feel structured, almost architectural, while others dissolve into soft layers, as if time has worn them away.
The vertical drips and warm tones remind me of movement—people passing, stories overlapping, moments that never fully stop. The whites and greys create space, like pauses between noise, while the ochre and gold tones bring warmth, almost like light reflecting off concrete at the end of the day.
For me, this isn’t a specific place. It’s the feeling of a city that stays with you—blurred, layered, and constantly shifting the more you try to remember it.
Acrylic on canvas 100cm x 120cm
When I look at this piece, I feel like I’m remembering a city rather than seeing it clearly. I didn’t want sharp buildings or defined streets—instead, I built it in fragments, like memories that come back in pieces. Some areas feel structured, almost architectural, while others dissolve into soft layers, as if time has worn them away.
The vertical drips and warm tones remind me of movement—people passing, stories overlapping, moments that never fully stop. The whites and greys create space, like pauses between noise, while the ochre and gold tones bring warmth, almost like light reflecting off concrete at the end of the day.
For me, this isn’t a specific place. It’s the feeling of a city that stays with you—blurred, layered, and constantly shifting the more you try to remember it.