



This work unfolds like an intimate archive: a central, film-strip-bound cover anchors a radiating constellation of scenes, turning the act of looking into a slow, sequential reading. Flat fields of saturated color—greens, reds, and sunlit yellows—collide with brisk black linework, suggesting memories that are both vivid and fragmentary, held together by the grammar of print and cinema. The figures, caught in gestures of play, struggle, and companionship, become emblematic rather than individual—an ensemble of lived moments edited into a collective narrative. In its composition, the piece quietly proposes identity as montage: not a single image, but a chorus of frames that gain meaning through their adjacency.







