



Three women, rendered in sculpted profiles and wrapped in densely patterned textiles, form a quiet triangle of attention—each gesture poised between offering and withholding, as if conversation itself were a ritual. A fervent field of vermilion and saffron floods the scene with heat and intimacy, while cool pockets of blue puncture the background like distant windows, suggesting a city’s pulse behind private communion. The repeated flowers become small emblems of tenderness and exchange, softening the graphic severity of line and ornament into something lived and bodily. In this tension between decorative surface and inward gaze, the work speaks to shared memory, sisterhood, and the eloquence of what is said without sound.







