Memory III reads like a terrain under revision sky blue bands pressed over ridges of rust, moss and ash. The surface is carved, seeded, and mended; impasto gathers like weather fronts, while fine incisions map footpaths across a land that is still deciding its borders.
The work carries a spatial sensation without fixing a place. It circles a single question not to answer it but to keep it alive: Where do I belong? Gul lets pigments argue among themselves cool strata pushing against warm outcrops, sudden yellows flowing like mineral veins so that belonging appears not as location but as pressure, drift and return.
In Memory III, process becomes cartography. Chance lays the ground; intention redraws it; intuition leaves the legend open. The painting holds the uncertainty of search as value in itself, turning the act of asking into a landscape one can stand inside.