



Suspended in a hushed, mist-blue expanse, a fragile botanical form drifts like a thought half-remembered, its roots unmoored and its leaves thinning into air. The composition is anchored by a single, taut red filament—at once lifeline and incision—linking the floating plant to a pale, sedimented plane below, as if nature’s memory were being measured, tethered, or quietly bled. Soft, granular textures and restrained color dissolve the horizon into ambiguity, turning space into an emotional climate where weightlessness reads as both liberation and loss. In this near-silence, the work meditates on the precariousness of belonging: what it means to be held, to hover, and to endure with only a thread of connection.







