



A dark circular field gathers a mosaic of angular bodies, as if a crowd has been remembered in fragments rather than observed in full—each silhouette repeating with small variations like a chorus of shared gestures. Cool turquoise and slate accents flare against earthen browns, creating a pulsing rhythm of light that reads as both illumination and erasure, presence and disappearance. The enclosing orb functions like a lens or eclipse, suggesting collective identity under pressure: individuals flattened into pattern, yet still insisting on intimacy through touch, dance, and proximity. In its layered, cut-paper geometry, the work turns social life into an archaeology of movement—history not narrated, but densely sedimented.







