



Three chalice-like vessels rise on slender legs as if lifted from the earth, their warm, earthen reds and ochres glowing against an enveloping green field that reads like fog, memory, or mossy silence. The shallow depth and softened edges compress space into a contemplative stage, where the repeated forms become a quiet processionβobjects poised between ritual utility and symbolic sentinels. Faint, drifting marks in the background suggest erased writing or distant echoes, turning the scene into a meditation on continuity: what is preserved, what is consumed, and what lingers as trace.







