



Suspended in a fathomless field of cobalt, two whale forms drift like ancient constellations, their bodies inscribed with glyph-like marks that turn flesh into archive. The tight, gridded blue ground reads as both oceanic depth and measured map, a quiet structure against which the creaturesβ patterned skins pulse with memory, migration, and the weight of time. One whale slips partly out of frame, suggesting a vastness that exceeds the canvas and a tender, unresolved encounterβan ode to presence that is always already passing.







