Let Me Involve

A corpulent figure sits cross‑legged in an expanse of cool teal, his flesh rendered as a palimpsest of printed text, as if identity has been typeset by headlines and borrowed narratives. The bright red horns—one cupped to the ear, the other dangled like an idle transmitter—turn communication into a loop of self‑listening, where the cord’s slack coil suggests both connection and quiet entanglement. Against the soothing field, the mustard shirt and saturated blues sharpen the body’s presence into a kind of contemporary icon, exposing how comfort can mask a deeper isolation. The work reads as a sly portrait of modern noise: information inhabiting the skin, intimacy outsourced to devices, and the self caught between attention and withdrawal.