Untitled 136 (Tea Time Bloom)

A cobalt teapot, heavy with patterned skin and glints of gold, sits like a domestic talisman against a honeycomb ground—its rounded calm countered by the vertical, bark-like pillars that press upward as if memory were architectural. From a sinuous earthen form, lotus blossoms flare in saturated pinks, their delicate linework and dotted contour suggesting both growth and containment, as though nature must negotiate permission to enter the human interior. Tiny clustered houses at the margin quietly scale the scene back to lived reality, turning this still life into a meditation on shelter, ritual, and the fragile radiance that persists within everyday labor.