

Rendered in a hushed monochrome, the work unfurls like a botanical reliquary—leaves and tendrils meticulously articulated yet eaten through into lace, where absence becomes as tactile as ink. Snails drift across this perforated canopy as slow, unwavering witnesses, their spiral shells echoing the drawing’s recursive networks and suggesting time as a quiet, erosive collaborator. The composition suspends itself between growth and decay, inviting the eye to wander through negative space as if through air pockets in memory, where the natural world is both preserved and already dissolving.







