Fractured Memory Painting

The works begin where time condenses and space can barely breathe. They carry traces – not mine alone, but from touch, memory, resonance. Movement, stillness, fire, ash, threshold – existing simultaneously, forming a space that is constantly rediscovered. Figurative moments stand like levers within the image: they are force, fragments, states. They do not demand, they do not dictate – they open. This is a space where perception becomes an act of discovery. Layers act like time itself: dense, twisted, reflective. The practice breathes, shifts, explores transformation, and holds tension. Engaging with it is entering a dialogue without beginning or end. This is not a statement about works. It is a statement with the works. A place where everything that was, everything that is, and everything that could be, is felt all at once.