When I painted this, I kept dreaming of those camel treks across the desert — that slow, rhythmic movement through endless sand and space, where time seems to stretch and soften. I remember the hush of it. The light. The way everything becomes neutral — sand, sky, even thought — reduced to ash, ochre and sun-washed stone.
The lattice forms in this piece feel like fragments of my memory to me. Not rigid structures, but impressions — shadows cast on ancient walls, patterns glimpsed through heat haze. And then there are the mirages… those moments in the Sahara where the horizon shimmers and what you think you see dissolves as you move closer.
This painting is really about those fleeting arabesque memories.
