

A quiet procession of candle-like forms stands in a shallow field, their matte white bodies softened by waxy drips that read like frozen gestures rather than mere residue. The pale, translucent βflamesβ rise as petal-shaped accents, introducing a gentle blush that turns light into something tender and bodily, as if warmth has been preserved after the fact. Repetition becomes ritual here: each figure echoes the next with small variations, suggesting time measured in dwindling burn cyclesβpresence, melting, and the slow surrender of solidity. Set against the reflective tabletop, the work hovers between domestic object and votive monument, inviting contemplation of fragility as a kind of devotion.







