



A chorus of pale, mask-like faces hovers within a dense green lattice, as if identity itself were suspended inside an overgrown circuitry of memory and ritual. The composition’s frontal symmetry suggests ceremony, yet the rigid, stitched geometry and repeated hand-forms introduce a quiet unease—figures become icons, and icons become patterns, interchangeable and watched. Red accents—lips, a central disc like a sealed third eye—puncture the verdant hush, turning tenderness into signal and intimacy into warning. Beneath the decorative surface, the work reads as a meditation on collective selfhood: how we camouflage, echo, and inherit one another until individuality thins into a shared, haunting calm.







