



Set against a smoky, rain-washed ground, buoyant islands of color gather like memory-fragments of a garden, stitched together by wiry vines that behave as both roots and restless handwriting. The oversized blossoms and apple-like orbs suspend innocence and abundance in the same breath, while the small white bird becomes a quiet witnessβan emblem of pause amid exuberant growth. Thick, graphic contours contain the paletteβs exuberance, yet the drifting stems and looping lines keep the composition in gentle motion, suggesting a psyche trying to order joy without diminishing its wildness.







