



A quartet of cyan figures gathers around a dark, weighty tablecloth, their bodies rendered as cool silhouettes that feel both intimate and ghostlike against the heated rust-red ground. The spare propsβa lone chair pushed forward, half-filled glasses, and a sketched kettle on a side tableβbecome quiet punctuation marks, suggesting conversation suspended between conviviality and withdrawal. Loose, dripping outlines and flattened space deny stable perspective, turning the scene into a memory-map where presence is felt more than narrated. In this restrained choreography of touch and distance, the work speaks to the fragile social ritual of sharing a table while remaining privately elsewhere.







