



Suspended in a cool, aqueous void, the central figure curls around an infant-like form as though trying to shelter it from an invisible gravity, yet the gesture reads equally as grasping—protection tipping into possession. The palette’s muted greens and greys, punctured by a sulfurous yellow contour, turns the body into a lit silhouette—an aura that both sanctifies and isolates—while dismembered, drifting objects around the perimeter suggest a world reduced to fragments of memory and ritual. Above, a band of angular, glyph-like architecture presses down like a ceiling of language or history, casting the scene as an interior psyche where nurture, fear, and inheritance are knotted into one quiet, hovering drama.







