



Arranged in a strict grid, the repeated bottle silhouettes become a quiet inventory of absenceβvessels reduced to their shadow, like memories filed and revisited. The coarse, grainy transfers of black and ash-grey feel bruised and weathered, while sudden incursions of ochre light read as residue: warmth leaking through a ritual that has gone cold. Each near-identical form carries a different internal weathering, turning seriality into a meditation on consumption, habit, and the fragile individuality that persists inside the mass-produced. The generous white ground functions like silence between statements, amplifying the tension between uniform containment and expressive erosion.







