The Journey (The Weight of Time)

Two woven sacks sit like quiet sentinels of labor, their striped skins meticulously described with a line-work that feels both documentary and tender. The saturated blue bundles and soft pink cloth swell above the rims, turning practical cargo into buoyant forms of hope, as if the weight of daily survival is tempered by pockets of color and care. Suspended in a spare, pale ground, the objects are granted the dignity of portraiture—an intimate meditation on migration, provisioning, and the humble architecture of belonging carried by hand.