

Suspended in a nearly clinical, boxlike space, severed hearts and brains are arranged like specimens, their thin red tethers rising upward as if the body’s vital forces have been reduced to mere lines of control. The pale, atmospheric wash of sky-blue above softens the scene while intensifying its unease, suggesting a distant, indifferent horizon against which intimacy and thought become objects. In the stark geometry and careful spacing, the work stages a quiet confrontation between emotion and intellect—no longer unified, but scattered and curated—inviting reflection on how easily inner life can be compartmentalized, managed, or abandoned.







