

A dreamlike tapestry of figures, flora, and animal presences stacks itself into a single compressed universe, where bodies become landscape and landscape becomes memory. Warm ochres and earthen reds hold the scene in a heat of intimacy, while pale passages and patterned textiles act like pauses—breaths of silence—between gestures of touch, rest, and watchfulness. The drifting scale and interlaced limbs suggest a domestic myth, as if kinship, desire, and caretaking are being rehearsed across generations in one continuous, fluid choreography. In this suspended space, the work reads as an elegy for belonging: tender, unsettled, and insistently alive with the porous boundary between the human and the natural.