

A grove of slender trunks rises like quiet witnesses, their canopies woven into a single breathing mass of cobalt and violet marks that flicker between leaf and constellation. The cool, densely patterned crown presses against a lucid sky, while the ground below dissolves into ochres and umbersβan earthy haze that feels both autumnal and timeless, as if memory itself were staining the soil. Through this tension of blue against gold, the work meditates on endurance: life gathering in intricate repetition, holding its brightness even as the world beneath it turns to dust and light.







