



A solitary brass ring handle hovers against a weathered teal ground, its dull gleam catching light like a restrained promise amid abrasion and time. The composition’s quiet centrality turns the object into a threshold—part invitation, part warning—where the surrounding scratches and stains read as accumulated histories pressed into the surface. By isolating this utilitarian form, the artist converts touch into metaphor, suggesting access, possession, and the uncertainty of what lies beyond the closed plane.







