My Society (Figures in a Circle)

Within a circular, earth-toned field that reads like a wounded planet or a sedimented memory, two nude figures fold into themselves—one upright in a defensive embrace, the other collapsed and drifting—forming a quiet duet of endurance and surrender. The dense crosshatching and bruised ochres compress the space, making the air feel heavy, while the pale outer ring of repeated, faint bodies becomes a halo of witness: a chorus of overlooked lives orbiting the central grief. The medallion format turns the scene into a relic, suggesting that vulnerability is not an isolated event but a recurring condition, endlessly reenacted at the margins. At the bottom, the seated figure offers a threshold—an uneasy invitation to contemplate how intimacy, trauma, and survival share the same ground.