Untitled 2 (A Bounty of Memories)

Suspended against a weathered, ash-grey ground, a shallow vessel cradles a dense constellation of coin-like discs that shimmer between rose, amber, and bruised olive—luxury rendered as accumulation rather than radiance. The careful contouring and crosshatched surface give each circle a tactile weight, so the hoard reads less as currency than as memory tokens, pressed together until individuality blurs into a single, heavy mass. Framed by a dark, stitched perimeter, the form suggests both offering and containment: a tender basket that quietly confesses how desire is gathered, guarded, and finally turned inward. In the tension between the muted field and the crowded core, the work meditates on value as something simultaneously fragile, compulsive, and deeply human.