



A long ceremonial barge glides across a silvery, rain-streaked river, its rhythmic procession of figures and horses reading like a frieze set against the hush of gathered hills. The weight of the storm—pressed into a charcoal sky—turns the landscape into a chamber of suspended breath, while the river’s broad, empty foreground becomes a reflective stage for collective passage and duty. A single pale, serpentine motif in the clouds feels like an omen or blessing, threading myth into meteorology and suggesting that the journey is as spiritual as it is geographic. In the quiet order of repeated bodies and measured space, the work meditates on continuity—how community moves forward even when the heavens darken.







