

Set against a circular wood-grain ground that reads like a cross‑section of lived time, the auto-rickshaw sits as a humble protagonist—its saturated greens and yellows asserting human warmth within the city’s cool, schematic logic. The white street lattice and blue river-lines flatten into an almost cartographic abstraction, while the red pins punctuate the surface like memories, errands, or destinations that tether movement to meaning. This collision of meticulous mapwork and tactile timber suggests that urban navigation is never merely functional: it is a daily choreography of survival, intimacy, and belonging.







