



This work stages a playful collision between the mechanical and the tender: a toy-like red locomotive is flattened into emblem and pattern, yet it feels animated by the hovering, winged form above and the small constellation of blossoms rising from a bottle. Thick, tessellated strokes create a vibrating surface where each block of color—emerald, cobalt, rust—presses against the next, turning space into a rhythmic, almost musical field rather than a literal setting. The train’s forward thrust meets the delicate pause of flowers and fruit, suggesting a narrative of motion tempered by care, as if industry must carry its own fragile garden. In its bright, folk-inflected geometry, the painting reads as a childlike memory sharpened into symbol—wonder held in tension with the unstoppable pull of progress.







