Untitled (Serpentine Offering)

In this nocturne of blue-grey silence, a headless, goddess-like torso becomes a living altar: a lotus blooms where thought should be, casting a pale halo that sanctifies absence and turns the body into a vessel of renewal. Around her, dark simian figures pull a single rope that cinches and binds, their looping motion reading as ritual and exploitation at once—an image of communal force that can either protect or consume what it circles. The spare, symmetrical framing and the hovering emblems above compress the scene into a mythic diagram, where desire, labor, and fear conspire to test whether illumination can rise from constraint.