

This work transforms the humble sketchbook into a reliquary of lived memory, where stitched bindings and tactile embellishments suggest diaries that refuse to stay purely private. The restrained sepia surfaces hold faint portraiture and architectural traces like half-recovered recollections, while the sudden band of saturated folk patterning at the base reads as a pulse of vernacular joy anchoring the whole. Light grazes the textured covers and small metallic accents, turning intimacy into a quiet spectacle and inviting the viewer to βreadβ the object through touch, absence, and residue. In the spacing of the displayed volumes, the piece proposes an archive of selvesβfragmented, portable, and tenderly guarded.







