



This vertical assemblage reads like a living totem: bundled, earthen textiles twist into a trunk-like spine, while red gauze and binding cords flare across it like fresh vows or exposed nerve. The composition balances gravity and suspensionβthin tendrils and metal rings hover at the perimeter, suggesting rites of attachment and release, as if memory itself were being tied, tested, and left to weather. Against the softly graded ground, the crimson accents become both wound and benediction, turning the work into a quiet meditation on protection, sacrifice, and the fragile architecture of belonging.







