

Suspended in an aqueous green field that feels at once botanical and chemical, two comb-like forms hover like relics of grooming turned into quiet instruments of order. Their repeated teeth read as measured rhythms against the turbulent, mottled groundβan insistence on structure amid a world of seepage, stain, and unruly growth. The monochrome palette compresses depth, making the objects appear both embedded and afloat, as if memory of touch and routine has been preserved in a liquid archive. What emerges is a meditation on control and erosion: the human urge to arrange the self, set against the environmentβs patient, dissolving counterforce.







