

A weighty, stone-like form lies in quiet suspension, circled by scattered banana peels whose warm ochres read as both offering and residue—evidence of consumption turned into a fragile halo. Above, a cloud of lavender, teal, and gold drifts like a distant atmosphere, its soft patterns contrasting the dense, stippled gravity of the central mass and suggesting thought, memory, or dream hovering over the corporeal. The field of pale linework behind everything creates a murmuring crowd of almost-figures, flattening space into a restless tapestry that makes the still life feel strangely public, as if private waste and private longing are being witnessed. In this tension between the edible and the inert, the work meditates on value: what we discard, what we keep, and the tender absurdity of trying to anchor meaning in a world that continually peels away.







