My Home (Surveillance and Confinement)

Set against a parchment-like ground that reads as both memory and evidence, the reclining figure is multiplied into faint, sequential limbs—an anatomy of restlessness—suggesting a life lived in overlapping moments rather than a single, stable pose. The bed becomes a transparent cage of perspective lines, while the hovering family photograph functions like a tethered relic, suspended between intimacy and surveillance. In the lower right, the suited body crowned with a camera-lens head crystallizes the work’s central tension: tenderness is archived, watched, and mediated, turning private belonging into an image that can be possessed. Muted ochres and watery blues soften the scene, yet the compositional geometry keeps tightening, as if the very act of looking is what holds the figure in place.