

A weathered boat cradles an improbable tower of burlap sacks, turning the humble geometry of trade into a precarious monument. The stark, studio-white void isolates the vessel like an artifact, heightening the tactile dialogue between rough cloth and scarred timberβmaterials that speak of labor, salt, and repetition. Its weight feels both literal and moral: a small craft asked to carry more than it should, suggesting the quiet economies that move necessities across water while leaving vulnerability just beneath the surface. In the tension between buoyancy and burden, the work becomes a meditation on survival, migration, and the fragile balance of sustenance.







