

This meticulous monochrome drawing turns a humble woven frame into an overflowing vessel of bodies, where the density of line becomes a kind of pressure—an accumulation that can no longer be contained. The composition funnels the eye downward: a packed, almost suffocating interior gives way to spill and scatter, suggesting migration, collapse, or release, as though a system has tipped past its threshold. By denying color and relying on relentless contour, the work distills humanity into a repeating sign—at once individual and anonymous—inviting reflection on how crowds are counted, carried, and ultimately shed.







