

In this spare, declarative line world, a reclining nude meets a riot of birds and flowers that feels less like a bouquet than a psyche in bloom—desire, reverie, and domestic ritual braided into one continuous contour. The thick black outlines pin each form to the surface, while the halo of warm yellow turns negative space into a luminous atmosphere, suggesting memory’s glow rather than daylight’s clarity. A vase anchors the scene like a modest altar, yet the surrounding creatures and vegetal arabesques refuse stillness, animating the interior with a playful, almost mythic vitality that makes the figure’s calm gaze feel quietly sovereign. The work stages intimacy as an ecosystem: body, table, and ornament are not separate objects but a single, rhythmic field of attention.







