Untitled 1 (The Artisan's Touch)

This work turns a skin-like, irregular support into a fragile territory where memory is printed rather than painted, its torn silhouette implying both protection and vulnerability. A crimson mandala—half revealed, half eclipsed—anchors the composition like a ceremonial seal, while the surrounding green washes and shadowed stains read as weather, erosion, or the slow bruising of time. The tension between the precise, devotional geometry and the unruly, organic field suggests a dialogue between inherited pattern and lived experience, as if ritual is trying to hold together a landscape that keeps shifting. In its restrained palette and tactile edges, the piece feels like an artifact salvaged from a private history—simultaneously intimate, worn, and quietly radiant.