Untitled 2 (Shattered Aspirations)

Cradled in two monumental hands, a heap of dark, ringed forms reads at once as seeds, fossils, and spent mechanisms—matter held delicately at the threshold between nurture and decay. The composition stages a quiet moral theater: a red, fungal undergrowth rises like a living chorus from below, while a jaundiced green-yellow horizon casts an uneasy, medicinal light that turns care into suspicion. Textural grain and etched contours suggest erosion and memory, as though the scene is an excavation of what we cultivate—growth that can heal, but also overtake. In this suspended offering, the work asks whether stewardship is protection or possession, and whether the future we hold is fertile, contaminated, or both.