



Against a sulphur-yellow field, the artist stages a buoyant yet unsettling tableau in which floral forms mutate into sentient presences—sun-discs bearing faces and spoked petals that read like watchful eyes. A cobalt vase anchors the composition as a psychological vessel, from which patterned stems rise like nervous currents, binding the domestic still life to a quiet pantheon of human figures at the base. The thick black contours and jewel-toned ornamentation create a folk-surreal rhythm, suggesting growth as both celebration and possession—nature not merely blooming, but remembering, speaking, and returning our gaze.







