

Rendered in a hushed, earthen palette, this triptych moves like a quiet rite—from the exposed, diagrammed body to a landscape where a solitary tree presides over a collapsed figure, and finally to an almost-erased embrace with the void. The stippled textures and sparse linework treat flesh and soil as the same material, suggesting that identity is less a fixed outline than a permeable state shaped by weather, memory, and time. Space is deliberately austere: horizons flatten, shadows pool, and the figures appear to hover between presence and disappearance, as if the work is mapping the thresholds between vitality, exhaustion, and return. The recurring motif of the body—first readable, then burdened, then dissolving—becomes a meditation on fragility and continuity, where tenderness survives even as form slips away.







