

A dark, scaled fish lies like a relic at the center of a riotous tabletop, its heavy silhouette held in place by a lattice of thick black contour that turns the scene into both still life and arena. Around it, fractured planes of ochre, coral, and ice-blue surge and collide, suggesting a domestic setting destabilized by appetite and memoryβfood becoming symbol, sustenance becoming spectacle. The patterned cloth and tilted surfaces deny calm perspective, so the eye is forced to circle the body as if contemplating what is preserved, what is consumed, and what remains after abundance. In this charged compression of space, the work reads as an elegy to the ordinary: a ritual of daily life rendered raw, loud, and unmistakably alive.







