

A dense constellation of bronze bells hangs like a gathered chorus, their polished rims catching warm highlights that pulse against a field of scorched red, as if sound itself has been translated into heat and pigment. The marigold garlands thread through the metal with ceremonial tenderness, softening the bells’ weight and turning devotion into a tactile architecture of texture and rhythm. Composed in a circular frame that echoes both halo and resonant chamber, the work suggests a threshold moment—where ritual, memory, and vibration converge—inviting the viewer to imagine the unseen peal that animates this suspended stillness.







