

A burnished gramophone blooms at the center like a gilded ear, its engraved horn catching warm highlights that feel less like metal than like memory made tactile. Against a velvety darkness, scattered confetti-lights and smoky, wavering traces suggest sound turning visible—melody as atmosphere—while the hard red geometric lines fence the scene with the tension of modernity. The work stages a dialogue between nostalgia and the present: an antique instrument rendered with reverence, yet set within an abstract, almost cinematic space where listening becomes an act of longing and return.







