Fabric Cage, Fabric Ghost

A cube of canvas stands like a fragile architecture of containment—its seams visibly sutured, its surfaces barely holding form. Within and upon it, translucent blue figures drift, fold, and recline, neither fully contained nor entirely free. In a symbio-surreal tension, body and shelter exchange roles: the structure behaves like skin, and the skin like structure. Each figure seems to occupy a different chamber of the same consciousness—facets of a shared organism stitched together by memory, repair, and fracture. The work proposes identity not as singular, but as modular—assembled, mended, and quietly breathing through its own seams.