Our World (The Well of Wishes)

A monumental bell rises like a ritual totem against a sky scraped into pale blues, its red geometry both shelter and warning, as if sound itself has been given architecture. Around it, small silhouetted figures hover at the edges of the scene—witnesses held in quiet suspension—while the green, dotted field reads as a manufactured commons where innocence and surveillance uneasily share the same ground. The stark, print-like contrasts compress space into symbol, turning the bell’s absent ringing into a psychological presence that gathers the dispersed bodies into a single, tense stillness.