

This accordion-fold work stages the human figure as a fragmentary icon, repeatedly framed and ruptured by angular, collage-like apertures that make the body feel both present and withheld. Against a warm ochre ground, the stark black linework and patterned fields create a rhythmic pulse—part mural, part storyboard—where geometry behaves like architecture closing in and opening out around lived experience. The recurring nude forms suggest vulnerability under scrutiny, while the shifting panels imply memory’s unstable sequencing, as if identity is assembled in intervals rather than declared whole. A small star-like emblem punctuates the procession as a quiet talisman, hinting at belief or fate amid the constructed theatre of self.







