Untitled 2 (The Carpenter's Workshop)

Bathed in a honeyed field of yellow, the composition constructs a dream-architecture of tables, columns, and stacked vessels that feels at once domestic and ceremonial, as if furniture has been promoted into ritual totems. Angular planes and grainy textures anchor the scene in material weight, while the luminous, mosaic-like grid at center releases a quiet metaphysical light—an aperture where order dissolves into possibility. The red undercurrent running through the lower register reads like concealed heat or memory, suggesting that stability here is never inert but charged with private histories. In this suspended interior, stillness becomes a kind of listening: a space where objects hold the presence of absent bodies and the room itself seems to remember.