The constructs of tactile meditation, vulnerability, and containment. A weathered palette of whites, charcoals, and muted earth tones forms the landscape of the mind—textured, raw, and full of shadowy impressions. At the heart of the piece, a scorched vessel cradles a delicate, organic form, evoking both protection and exposure. The dotted line traversing the surface suggests a coded language—perhaps the rhythm of thought or the quiet tracking of time. Like an archaeological fragment or a reliquary, this piece invites close inspection and rewards reflection. It speaks to what we preserve, what we conceal, and what quietly endures within us.