

Arranged as a calendar of vignettes, the work turns time into a procession of communal scenes—embraces, gatherings, labor, and reverie—each month a small myth etched in confident, carved lines. The restricted palette of ochre and rust reads like sunbaked earth and dried pigment, lending the figures a ceremonial presence while the crisp negative space keeps the narratives breathing, as if memory itself were being printed. Repeated frontal faces and patterned textures create a steady rhythm against the strict grid of dates, suggesting how daily routine contains entire worlds of intimacy and tradition. In this tension between the measured calendar and the fluid storytelling, the piece proposes that a year is not counted so much as inhabited.







