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Remembrance

This series traces the architecture of return—not triumphant, but tender. Each form is a gesture toward rebuilding: elevations that rise despite silence, facades that shelter memory, axes that orient us not toward regret, but toward reflection.

These structures do not shout. They hum. They carry the residue of absence, yes—but also the blueprint of possibility. Precision becomes a kind of care. Geometry, a language for healing.

The viewer is not asked to forget. They are invited to remember differently. To see in each line the quiet insistence: we are still here. And we are still building.

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A structure drawn with care, yet defined by its voids. What’s missing becomes the measure—an architecture of longing, where silence outlines the form.

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Title: Blueprint for Absence - 40x40 inches - $3500.00

A structure drawn with care, yet defined by its voids. What’s missing becomes the measure—an architecture of longing, where silence outlines the form.

Blueprint for Absence Room

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A line that once promised direction now bends under memory. It holds its geometry, but the emotional weight shifts everything off-center.

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Title: Axis of Regret - 40x40 inches - $3500.00

A line that once promised direction now bends under memory. It holds its geometry, but the emotional weight shifts everything off-center.

Axis of Regret Room

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It rose—quietly, without acclaim. A gesture of grace or defiance, unnoticed by the crowd. Its dignity lies in the solitude of ascent.

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Title: Elevation Without Witness - 40x40 inches - $3500.00

It rose—quietly, without acclaim. A gesture of grace or defiance, unnoticed by the crowd. Its dignity lies in the solitude of ascent.

Elevation Without Witness Room

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The surface gleams, immaculate and composed. But behind it, stories fade—unrecorded, unremembered. The beauty is real, but it’s built on erasure.

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Title: Facade for the Forgotten - 40x40 inches - $3500.00

The surface gleams, immaculate and composed. But behind it, stories fade—unrecorded, unremembered. The beauty is real, but it’s built on erasure.

Facade for the Forgotten Room
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