


Set against a feverish field of yellow, a procession of fractured figures and floating objects assembles like a dream remembered in flashes—part banquet, part battleground of gestures. The composition reads as a suspended frieze: bodies drift, collide, and dissolve into one another, while the stark contrast between inky blues and sudden accents of red and white turns each vignette into a charged psychological beat. Everyday motifs—chairs, vessels, wheels, animals—become talismans of routine, yet their dislocation suggests a world where identity and order are constantly renegotiated. The work’s light is less illumination than atmosphere, bathing the scene in a satirical glow that feels simultaneously playful and uncanny, as if consciousness itself were being staged in fragments.







