A cracked golden clock face spans the picture, crossed by silver and gold chains. Before it stand figures in pink whose faces are made of crystal shards and spirals; at the centre a display case holds a lotus flower and a child's face. At the right a veiled figure of starlight with a single eye, below a large amethyst geode, at the left a desert with a praying mantis at a harp. Winged insects and snow crystals fill the foreground.

The Archive of Memory

This work leads into a space where memories are not ordered but chained to one another. A broken clock opens a view onto different levels of time, identity and perception. Human figures appear at once familiar and strange, as though they embodied different versions of the same memory. Chains run through the picture and stand for connections that cannot simply be undone. Crystals, insects, eyes and organic forms act like stored fragments of the unconscious. At the centre a place arises between laboratory, dream and inner archive. The past is not simply remembered here but assembled anew again and again. The picture asks how much of what we take for memory actually remains unaltered within us.