

Set within a field of muted, parchment-like green, a single dark, shell-shaped mass settles heavily at the bottom, its velvety blackness punctured by thin, pale striations that read like breath marks or quiet counts of time. Above it, a suspended crescent and a procession of delicate glyphs hover with ritual calm, turning empty space into a charged atmosphere where heaviness and levitation negotiate a fragile truce. The work’s restrained palette and spare geometry invite a meditation on dormancy—an inward, protected life—while the faint signs overhead suggest watchfulness, migration, or the thin script of memory inscribed into night.







