



In a hushed field of chalky whites and earth-toned washes, two mask-like figures emerge as if excavated from memory, their fractured planes hovering between presence and erasure. The composition disperses in drifting, leaf-shaped fragments that read like residues of speech and movement, turning space itself into a kind of breathable atmosphere. Subtle blues cool the ochres and siennas, lending the scene a ritual calm while the sharp geometric accents suggest coded identityβfaces not portrayed, but constructed. What results is an allegory of encounter: intimacy held at a distance, where the self is assembled from traces, and meaning is carried more by silence than by declaration.







