Untitled 2 (Village Scene)

A fevered procession of elongated figures unfurls across a lime-washed ground, where saturated reds and acid greens collide to make the scene feel both celebratory and unsettling. Faces are deliberately evacuated into white ovals, shifting attention from identity to gesture—hands, hips, and the sweeping arcs of patterned fabric become the true language of this communal rite. The central red mass reads like a monument of heat and urgency, anchoring a choreography that oscillates between flirtation and tension, as if tradition and desire are negotiating their terms in public view. The assertive outlines and drips refuse polish, insisting on the immediacy of performance and the fragile anonymity of those who inhabit it.