

A fragmented performerβpart musician, part mythβsits in a taut diagonal, the body rendered in dense crosshatching that feels like accumulated rhythm and lived strain. The repeated, mask-like faces hover above the torso like shifting identities, suggesting motion without movement, as if the self is multiplied by sound. Against the spare white ground, the twin drums flare in ochre and black, their serrated patterns reading as both ornament and pulse, turning the surrounding emptiness into a resonant stage where tradition and inner turbulence keep time together.







