Mother Baby

Reduced to a stark black glyph against a field of white, the composition reads like a figure caught mid-gesture—part embrace, part struggle—where angled limbs and a tilted “head” compress into a tense knot of energy. The heavy, brushlike geometry creates a choreography of counterweights: arcs suggest containment while sharp diagonals insist on rupture, as if order and impulse are negotiating the same body. In its near-calligraphic economy, the work becomes a meditation on identity as construction—assembled from fragments, held together by momentum rather than certainty.