

This multipart composition reads like a quiet taxonomy of touch: six perforated fields hold stitched, leather-like fragments that hover between relic and diagram, as if the body’s memory has been pressed into an ordered grid. The repeated punctures create a disciplined, almost architectural atmosphere, while the warm russet palette and soft, worn textures introduce a human fragility that resists the system’s neatness. Each panel becomes a small stage where absence speaks—objects reduced to traces, suggesting migration, repair, and the intimate labor of holding things together. In the tension between serial structure and irregular scraps, the work meditates on how identity is assembled from what remains.







