



Against a vast, cool grey field, the work stages a miniature domestic theatre—couch, low table, lanterns, and scattered offerings—set adrift in silence, as if memory has been carefully arranged and then left to echo. The composition’s deliberate emptiness becomes a psychological space, where small bursts of saturated color and ornament feel like pulse points of intimacy resisting dissolution. A vertical cascade of pebble-like forms crowned by a fish-like presence reads as an oneiric totem, suggesting the weight of inherited myth pressing down upon everyday life, while the seated figure anchors the scene in quiet devotion and vulnerability. Light is subdued and even, flattening depth so that objects hover between shrine and stage set, inviting the viewer to read the room not as a place, but as a state of mind.







