Untitled 107 (A Moment of Tranquility)

This work stages an intimate still life—a beaded cup and saucer with a spent teabag—against a drifting, watercolor architecture of stains, perforations, and translucent veils, as if memory itself were soaking through paper. A flock of small black silhouettes erupts diagonally from the cup’s rim, turning a domestic pause into a quiet exodus of thoughts: restless, uncontainable, yet patterned by repetition. The palette oscillates between bruised blues and earthy browns, with punctuated pinks that lend the scene a tender pulse, suggesting comfort threaded with unease. In this collision of collage tactility and liquid pigment, the ordinary ritual of tea becomes a portal where inner narratives take flight and the boundary between object and imagination dissolves.