



Rendered with trompe-l’œil precision, the commonplace matchbox becomes a charged reliquary where domestic utility collides with the intimacy—and fragility—of the body. The diagonal composition and cool, spare background isolate the object like evidence, while the warm sulfur-yellow label and the poised match heads suggest desire held at the verge of ignition. By placing entwined figures on a commodity meant to spark flame, the work meditates on how tenderness is packaged, marketed, and perpetually threatened—love as something both sustaining and burnable.







