


A lone, curled leaf rests in a shallow, boxlike field of saturated green, its brittle ochres and soft shadows reading like a relic held in suspension. The taut thread arcs diagonally across the frame, turning the quiet still life into a study of constraintβnature tethered, cataloged, and made to occupy a manufactured space. Scuffs and dents in the surrounding surface become a subtle topography, suggesting that even containment carries a history of pressure, touch, and time. The work lingers between tenderness and control, where fragility is both protected and quietly immobilized.







