Untitled 2 (The Relentless March)

A procession of dark, sculptural ants advances across a stark white field, their repeated bodies turning movement into a measured ritual—part march, part migration. The dilapidated, door-like structure and the broken stair fragments read as relics of a human world reduced to ruins, where scale and agency invert and the smallest inhabitants inherit the stage. In the hard contrast of black forms against clinical emptiness, the work meditates on endurance and collective purpose, suggesting that persistence is less a heroic gesture than a shared instinct that continues after architecture, certainty, and comfort have fallen away.