



This intimate still life gathers humble objects—an open vessel, a worn surface, and a single fish—into a quiet altar of necessity, where the everyday becomes contemplative. Sooty blacks and ochres are laid in brisk, searching strokes, allowing the white ground to breathe as both light and silence, while the diagonals of the stacked forms generate a restrained, unsettled tension. The fish, rendered with a subdued metallic sheen, reads as both offering and absence, suggesting the thin margin between sustenance and sacrifice. In its pared-down palette and porous edges, the work holds memory like residue—domestic, fleeting, and faintly elegiac.







