



A ghosted visage hovers in a field of weathered ochres and ash-greys, as if the painting were excavated rather than made—its forms emerging through abrasion, silence, and time. The composition stacks faint facial markers like relics—mouth, nose, and an enigmatic row of dimmed orbs—so that identity becomes a layered palimpsest, more memory than portrait. Light is not cast but absorbed, sinking into the porous surface and turning the figure into a threshold between presence and erasure, where intimacy is felt precisely through what cannot be fully seen. The work reads as a meditation on the fragility of recognition: a human trace held together by dust, restraint, and a stubborn, lingering breath.







