

This densely interlaced tableau reads like a city of consciousness, where faces, creatures, and architectural fragments are welded into a single labyrinth of lineβeach contour both boundary and passage. The restrained blues cool the visual noise into contemplation, while sudden eruptions of red operate like alarm bells of memory and desire, pulling the eye through the collage of symbols and half-stories. With its quilted compartments and relentless patterning, the work suggests identity as an assembled artifact: communal, historical, and perpetually under construction, yet held together by a rhythmic, almost musical repetition of marks.







