Untitled 106 (A Whimsical Tea Party)

This mixed-media vignette stages a quiet theatre of belonging: a wrought-iron bench anchored beneath a tree whose roots claw outward like memory made visible, while a lone dog keeps watch at the margin of the scene. Loose sepia washes bleed across the paper as if time has seeped into the image, contrasted by the crisp, playful blossoms—cup-like forms that read as small domestic rituals suspended in the canopy. The composition balances solidity and absence, letting negative space and stitched outlines suggest what has been removed or repaired, so the garden becomes less a place than a tender map of longing and return.