

A peacock—rendered in dense, velvety blues and greens—stands like a vigilant emblem atop a weathered suitcase, its poised elegance tempered by the humble weight of travel and memory. Behind it, the pale, dotted trunks form a rhythmic lattice that reads as both forest and enclosure, while the warm, amber ground glows with an ornamental hush, turning nature into a staged interior. The pink ball of yarn and looping thread introduce a tender tension: a delicate tether that suggests longing, domesticity, and the quiet labor of holding oneself together. In this interplay of opulence and restraint, the work meditates on migration of identity—how beauty persists, but is always carried, packed, and softly bound.







