

A procession of elongated, mask-like profiles drifts across the canvas, their arched lids and tapered noses forming a rhythmic frieze that feels both ceremonial and quietly guarded. Burnt orange, deep green, and cool blue flare like inner pulses beneath velvety blacks and greys, suggesting individual presences pressing against a shared anonymity. The layered, weathered ground—part wall, part memory—turns the figures into signs of collective experience, as if identity here is not declared but negotiated through proximity and repetition. In this compressed space, the work stages a tension between intimacy and distance, where each face becomes an echo of another, and the crowd reads like a single, evolving thought.







