



Two stylized profiles hold a quiet standoff across a violet field, their black silhouettes and elongated striped necks turning intimacy into ceremony, as if speech has been withheld and distilled into form. Between them, a vase becomes a mediating axis—its bright, almost heraldic flower and delicate sprigs acting as a fragile treaty, while the tessellated tabletop radiates like a woven landscape of shared history and domestic labor. The small narrative panels near their torsos read as private memories—tree, figure, and animal—suggesting that each body carries a different fable into the encounter. Flattened space and bold, declarative color deny illusionism to insist on emotional truth: connection here is not seamless, but constructed, patterned, and tenderly negotiated.







