The Hope 1 (The Whispering Mountains)

Suspended in a cool, hushed field of blue, striped monoliths hover like fragments of architecture turned weightless, their edges softened by a quilted, stitched surface that insists on touch as much as sight. A pale sun and drifting cloud flatten the sky into a stage, while a delicate fall of “rain” becomes a measured cascade of marks—less weather than a quiet accounting of time. Below, a folded paper boat receives the descent with stoic fragility, turning the scene into a meditation on shelter and exposure, where the smallest vessel carries the burden of vast, constructed atmospheres.