Workshop

In this quiet workshop interior, the figures are held in a chiaroscuro of dust and daylight, where warm ochres and iron greys turn labor into a kind of shared ritual. The crouched elder and the seated youth form a deliberate counterweight to the heavy machinery behind them—human tenderness set against the indifferent geometry of wheels, belts, and cast metal. Light pools on the floor like scattered fragments, suggesting both the debris of making and the fragile value of what is being taught, as if craftsmanship here is less an occupation than an inheritance passing hand to hand.