



This work stages a quiet confrontation between concealment and revelation: two dense, ink-dark orbs are tethered by bands of ochre light that read like wounds sutured into the surface, insisting on an interior life beneath the crust. Around them, mottled greens and earthen browns bloom like lichen across stone, creating a weathered field where time feels layered rather than linear. The near-symmetry suggests a ritual diagram or doubled self-portraitβan echo of body and psycheβwhile the surrounding darkness presses in, amplifying the sense of guarded memory and slow, geological resilience.







