

Rendered in stark black and white, the work stages a quiet myth: a small, mask-like figure bears a patterned vessel overhead, as if carrying the weight of memory or harvest through a world of signs. The composition hinges on a dialogue between the rigid, leaf-laden tree and the soft-bodied, scale-textured form, their repeating marks creating a devotional rhythm that turns ornament into identity. Fish-like presences along the left edge read as watchful spirits, compressing the space into a totemic corridor where nature, labor, and protection interlace. Light is implied not through color but through the disciplined use of hatching, granting the scene a contemplative stillnessβhalf folktale, half personal emblem.







