Untitled 12 (A Quiet Tea Ceremony)

Contained within a perfect circle, the scene reads like a private cosmos: a tide of green, wave-like brushstrokes cradles a humble teapot and two cups, while a saffron drapery at the edge parts like a curtain into intimacy. The warm cloth and bare feet introduce the human as a quiet presence rather than a portrait, suggesting a ritual of care that happens just outside the viewer’s reach. Light falls in small, emphatic highlights—on metal, glaze, and shadow—turning ordinary objects into luminous anchors against the restless ground. The composition balances repose and motion, as if hospitality itself were a still point amid the continual undulation of time.