

Suspended within a pale, womb-like oval, a small congregation of figures is rendered in dense, filigreed ink, their bodies woven from restless lines that feel both protective and confining. The warm ochre field around them—alive with cellular texture—presses in like heat or memory, while the looping black bands orbit the enclave as if tracing the invisible forces of time, fate, or social constraint. Faces tilt toward one another with quiet intimacy, yet the gridded partitions suggest roles and separations that persist even in closeness, turning the scene into a meditation on community as both shelter and net. The work’s tension between tender gathering and encircling darkness gives it the poignancy of belonging earned, not given.







