Orange Temple

This work stages an ancient colonnade as a living corridor of memory, where thick, tactile strokes turn stone into something almost skin-like—warmed by ochres and rusts that feel sun-baked and time-worn. The rhythm of pillars and shadowed recesses creates a measured, ceremonial pace, while the small, drifting figures in red punctuate the architecture with human fragility, like fleeting prayers passing through enduring form. Light is less an illumination than a substance, gathering on the steps and edges to suggest that presence itself is transient, but the space of devotion remains.