This work stages a private cosmology of figures and symbols, where totemic bodies—stitched from grids, eyes, and tactile hatching—hover between guardianship and unease. The restrained palette of smoke-gray blacks, punctuated by faint red marks, reads like memory surfacing through abrasion, as if the image were excavated rather than drawn. Negative space becomes a quiet corridor between entities, turning their tenuous connections into a narrative of fractured communication and ritual exchange. What emerges is a map of psyche and habitat at once—part myth, part notation—where seeing is multiplied, yet certainty remains deliberately withheld.