

Suspended within a crisp white void, an earthen, pod-like form is cleaved by a vertical passage, as if nature itself has been opened to reveal its private anatomyβtwo small fish glinting like guarded thoughts inside a weathered shell. The saturated red arcs above and below read as protective lips or ceremonial thresholds, compressing the space into a womb-like chamber where the acidic green halo sharpens the sense of contained vitality. Fine linear incisions and roughened textures score the surface with a quiet violence, while the pale blossoms soften the incision into an act of offering, suggesting renewal born precisely from rupture.







