

Suspended in a night field of drifting forms, the gourd-like vessel becomes both cosmos and homeβits earthen red silhouette holding a tiny civilization rendered in crisp, ritual white. The delicate ladder and latticed crown suggest a passage between the intimate and the infinite, as if memory itself were a dwelling one can climb into, and a seed one can carry. Around it, fish- and bird-like presences circle like omens or guardians, turning the surrounding darkness into a living current that presses gently against the fragile, celebratory scenes within.







