Untitled 124 (Teapot Tree of Life)

A city rises like a remembered thought inside the silhouette of a branching tree, its towers rendered in jewel-toned grids that pulse against a wash of smoky greens and bruised browns. Around this inner metropolis, small teapots orbit like domestic talismans—ritual objects that soften the hard geometry of urban ambition and suggest how intimacy and routine cling to even the most concrete dreams. The composition stages a quiet tension between root and skyline, as if growth is simultaneously botanical and architectural, fed by the same subterranean currents of desire, labor, and nostalgia. In its layered stains and stitched contours, the work reads as a map of belonging: a mindscape where home, habit, and aspiration are grafted into one living form.