



A vast field of tessellated blues unfurls like an urban ocean, its countless marks forming a collective hum against which small, brightly robed figures gather in suspended balconiesβcommunities held aloft by patterned grids that suggest both shelter and containment. Vertical bands cleave the surface like quiet partitions, turning the crowd into a map of adjacent worlds, while clustered, dark circular forms drift between groups as shared thoughts, burdens, or rituals circulating through the whole. In this tension between exuberant color and repetitive structure, the work becomes a meditation on belonging: intimacy preserved in pockets, yet always threaded into the larger, restless fabric.







