

A monumental, mask-like figure emerges from a field of pale, fossil-textured ground, its cobalt face and simplified anatomy reading as both deity and puppet—an emblem of identity held together by seams, stitches, and borrowed fragments. The flute, poised across the mouth, becomes a quiet axis of breath and memory, while the vermilion drape injects ceremonial warmth that counterbalances the cool, nocturnal blues. Within the torso, banded panels of miniature dancers and processions operate like an inner mural—culture carried as inheritance, ritualized into the body—suggesting that the self is not singular but a collage of collective histories. The work’s tactile layering and cut-out edges keep the figure hovering between presence and artifact, as if tradition itself were being continually repaired, reanimated, and performed.







