In The Garden of Errors, a woman rests against her hand, her gaze turned inward, as if listening to something only she can hear. Behind her, a lush ground of foliage dissolves into abstraction, where brushstrokes unravel into suggestion rather than form. The setting evokes a private garden, yet one marked not by perfection, but by the subtle traces of missteps, oversights, and forgotten intentions.
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The title points to the ways memory and experience accumulate like vines, how they tangle, repeat, sometimes bloom, sometimes obstruct. Each “error” is less a failure than a mark of humanity, something left behind in the act of living. The figure seems suspended in this landscape of imperfection, not trapped but contemplative, as though she recognizes the beauty within what is flawed.
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As part of the series, The Garden of Errors continues the dialogue between figure and abstraction, body and environment, the seen and the felt. Here, the canvas becomes a place where the inner world and outer world overlap, and where the quiet traces of human fragility are allowed to flourish.
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