Travel

Rendered in stark black against an unyielding white ground, the figures are reduced to angular calligraphy—bodies that read like strokes rather than flesh, yet carry unmistakable human strain. The forward-tilting pair forms a precarious diagonal, a visual metronome of movement where one presence seems to steady the other, and the small wheeled form at the edge becomes both burden and proof of destination. In its economy of line, the work transforms ordinary travel into a quiet allegory of dependence, endurance, and the fragile dignity of continuing onward.