

Rendered in stark black against an expanse of white, the figures are reduced to angular glyphs, as if conversation itself has been distilled into posture, tilt, and pause. The taut geometry of limbs and chairs sets up a brittle choreographyβtwo presences facing each other, close yet separated by the charged emptiness between them. With no facial detail to anchor certainty, the work turns into a meditation on dialogue: the way intimacy can be built from sparse signals, and how silence, like negative space, can speak with equal force.







