

This work stages a quiet collision between archetype and memory: above, diagrammatic circles and a triangle read like talismans or coded currencies, while below a sprawling field of scratched symbols turns the surface into a palimpsest of lived time. The left figure, fractured into black-and-white planes, feels carved from shadowβan introspective self held together by graphic tensionβwhereas the right side warms into ochres and reds, releasing animal presences and ornamental motifs as if the psyche were spilling into myth. Across the central seam, the composition moves from containment to disclosure, suggesting an inner negotiation between private wounds and the fertile, unruly narratives we invent to survive.







