Untitled 6 (The Circus Within) Acrylic Still-Life Painting

A cavernous blackness opens like a stage curtain, compressing a toy-like city and a garish circus poster into distant, paper-thin memories while the foreground swells with uncanny domesticity. The monumental red teapot—at once vessel and body—contains a bicycle and an inverted figure as if everyday routines are trapped in a looping performance, their shadows doubling into a quiet psychology of fall and repetition. Acid brights scattered across the granular ground read as confetti or debris, turning celebration into aftermath and suggesting how spectacle infiltrates the private sphere. In this tense collision of scale, the work frames modern life as a surreal balancing act between comfort and chaos, where play becomes a mask for unease.