



In this oddly luminous still life, a modest outdoor table and stackable chairs become spectral presences, rendered in iridescent violets and acid greens as if memory has overexposed the scene into afterimage. The composition tightens around a small central candle, a quiet axis of warmth that struggles against the vast, granular field of space, suggesting intimacy suspended within an encroaching, indifferent atmosphere. By turning everyday plastic furniture into a near-hallucinatory apparition, the work meditates on absenceβon gatherings that have ended, and the fragile ritual of light we place at the center to hold emptiness at bay.







