

A hushed settlement hovers along a thin horizon, its small houses and conifer silhouettes dissolving into a broad wash of gray that reads like mist, distance, or collective forgetting. Below, a richly patterned vessel—stitched together from bands of saturated color—floats in empty space, becoming a tender counterweight to the muted landscape above. The composition turns on this vertical separation: community as a faint memory overhead, and craft as a vivid, portable identity, suggesting how tradition can carry a sense of home even when place recedes. Light is used not to dramatize but to suspend—the soft shadow beneath the pot anchoring the work’s quiet meditation on belonging.







