Untitled 22 (A Glimpse of Eternity)

Suspended between wall and void, the winged figure leans into an empty frame as if searching for a memory that refuses to be housed, her turned head making absence the true subject. The palette of ash, ochre, and softened flesh dissolves edges into stained plaster, so the body feels both tenderly present and already fading—an apparition held together by light fabric and longing. Wings, traditionally emblems of ascent, here read as bruised and earthbound, while the falling blossoms trace a quiet descent that transforms sanctity into fragility and time into a slow, graceful unraveling.