Homeland 9 (Concentric Echoes)

A circular still life—part domestic plate, part lunar disc—floats in a field of black, its perimeter etched with botanical textures that feel both tactile and fossil-like. At the center, a pale, pixelated void interrupts the organic lacework, as if memory or data has been excised, turning nourishment into an image of absence. The tension between crisp graphic contours and granular speckling creates a quiet vibration, suggesting the way everyday rituals are increasingly mediated, fragmented, and archived. What remains is a contemplative relic: the intimacy of the table translated into a cool, technological afterimage.