Ball Race (Inner Turmoil)

Set against a vast, ruled expanse that reads like an emptied classroom page, two small figures drift in a quiet choreography of distance—one advancing toward us with a guarded openness, the other receding into the brown wash of the room. The skewed perspective and spare line-work turn the floor into a measuring device, where childhood movement becomes something counted, corrected, and subtly constrained. A single, saturated magenta accent punctures the muted palette like a pulse, suggesting the persistence of play and inner life within an environment that feels both institutional and tenderly remembered.