



A vast, tessellated field of minute marks swells like an urban tapestry, where repetition becomes a kind of collective breath and the eye is asked to wander rather than arrive. Across this dense ground, three boat-like bands cradle simplified figures in saturated reds and blues, suggesting fragile sanctuaries of community afloat in an overwhelming continuum. The muted, dusted sky and the dark, planet-like orbs hovering at intervals create a quiet cosmology—part celebration, part warning—where belonging is both luminous and precarious. In this compressed space, the work reads as a meditation on crowd and kinship, on how human warmth persists as pattern against the enormity of systems and time.







