Untitled 14 (Reflections in Red)

Within a house that reads like a cutaway of the psyche, a lone figure lifts a mirror and finds not certainty but a doubled, drifting self—identity rendered as a fragile reflection held up against a restless interior world. The composition locks the domestic scene into fractured planes and tiled grids, while the surrounding red field surges like a hot tide, turning shelter into exposure and comfort into unease. A black bird perches on the roofline as a quiet omen, and the moon-like disc containing a miniature apparatus suggests memory or desire mechanized—private dreams running on hidden gears. The work stages home as a site of surveillance and tenderness at once, where the smallest symbols—cactus, clouds, stains—become residues of resilience, pain, and the effort to remain intact.