Human Between Nature

A solitary figure emerges from a tessellated skin of greens and ochres, as if the self has been assembled from shards of landscape and time rather than flesh. The composition reads like an opened book—two chromatic chambers held in tense balance—where the dotted horizon line becomes a quiet measure of breath between night and day, belonging and exile. Circular and feather-like motifs hover as small, talismanic presences, suggesting memory’s orbit and the fragile possibility of ascent, while the steady gaze anchors the work in a poised, contemplative unease.