



This work compresses the pandemic into a layered palimpsest of public record and private hunger: a newspaper portrait masked into anonymity, a calendar marking 2020 like a verdict, and a vial that turns hope into an object of inventory. The composition stages migration as a continuous procession along the bottom edge, where small, burdened figures move beneath a looming skyline and the echoing typography of βCOVID-19,β suggesting how crisis becomes an atmosphere one must physically walk through. Against that greyed field of noise and headlines, the vivid red band reads as both alarm and lifeline, its scattered snacks resembling a fractured language of sustenanceβsimple, counted, and suddenly political. The piece ultimately frames survival as a negotiation between visibility and erasure, where bodies become statistics, yet the most intimate measures are still taken in bites, dates, and breath.







