

This composition stages a quiet carnival of musicians whose faces are pared down to mask-like planes, turning individuality into a shared ritual of sound. Angular bodies interlock like folded architecture, while the cool greens and deep charcoals are punctured by ember reds and saffron yellows, suggesting rhythm as both pulse and interruption. The instruments—drum, pipe, and wind forms—become conduits that pass breath and beat through the group, implying communion rather than performance. In the softened, clouded backdrop, the figures seem to surface from memory, as if music is the single cohesive language holding fragmented selves in tender alignment.







