Untitled 137 (Tea Time Whirlwind)

This composition unfurls like a ritual map: bright, dotted teapots orbit a dense, jewel-like core, turning the domestic object into a celestial body and the act of gathering into a choreography of desire and memory. Washes of blue and earth-toned reds create a liquid architecture of concentric currents, while smoky voids and torn whites puncture the flow, suggesting interruptions—silences in conversation, absences at the table, the residue of what cannot be poured back in. The line work binds everything with nervous tenderness, as if the scene is held together by fragile agreements, where comfort and unease coexist in the same cup.