A walk through the city yesterday left a persistent image in my mind: a tattered billboard, layers of faded advertisements peeling away to reveal ghostly imprints of past campaigns. It was a visual palimpsest, a testament to time and erasure, to the constant rebuilding over what was once present.
Back in the studio, I found myself drawn to layering – thin veils of fabric over stark industrial elements, smudges of charcoal obscuring crisper lines. It wasn’t about replicating the billboard, but about capturing that feeling of temporal depth, of history embedded in surface.
This is often how my conceptual framework meets abstract form. An observation from the external world triggers an internal dialogue. How can I translate the fragility of that peeling paper, or the starkness of a forgotten concrete slab, into something that speaks a new visual language? My work becomes an echo, a meditation on these transient moments, allowing them to resonate in a new, unburdened space.
