Glance (A World in Frames**)

Framed like a strip of film, the composition fragments perception into discrete “shots,” where pale, sculptural hands repeatedly enter the scene as both director and witness—measuring, masking, revealing. Against a burnished rust-orange ground, tiny vignettes of animals, fences, ladders, and clothed lines hover like half-remembered symbols, suggesting a mind editing its own history into manageable rectangles. The stark black borders impose order, yet the imagery resists cohesion, turning the work into a meditation on control: how we crop experience, assign meaning, and still find the narrative slipping through our fingers. What emerges is a quiet tension between tenderness and manipulation, as if memory itself were being handled—carefully, insistently—into shape.