Happy Life 1 (Tree of Life 1)

A monumental, root-like mass descends from an unseen canopy, its dense striations pulling the eye downward into a shallow, oval “basin” that reads as both altar and sinkhole. Around this gravity well, small vessel forms—bowls, gourds, and shards—float like offerings or remnants, their dark silhouettes suggesting a quiet archaeology of domestic life. The stark, pale ground amplifies a sense of isolation and ritual, while the suspended houses on the horizon hint at a community held at a distance, as if memory and belonging have been siphoned into the central void. The work speaks in a muted symbolism of extraction and dependence: what nourishes us can also claim us, threading home, resource, and loss into a single, inexorable descent.