



A totemic figure sits frontally, its single, vigilant eye and elongated vessel held like a scepter turning the body into an altar of attentionβhalf ritual, half confession. Around it, repeated bottle-shapes sprout leaf motifs, suggesting consumption transformed into a kind of cultivated memory, where desire and nourishment blur into the same patterned breath. The saturated cobalt ground presses inward, while the wavering red contours and dotted textures generate a pulse of intimacy, as if the scene were both a dream of abundance and a cautionary icon of what we choose to pour into ourselves.







