

A dense bouquet of identical profiles rises from a patterned vessel, their closed eyes and repeating contours turning the human face into a cultivated motif—at once intimate and anonymous. The artist’s disciplined linework and crosshatching build a tactile hush, where the wavelike hair becomes a current that binds each head into a single, collective mind. Suspended between still life and portraiture, the composition suggests how identity can be arranged, trimmed, and displayed—yet one small bloom at the summit quietly insists on renewal beyond the regimented sameness.







