Untitled 4

Rendered in a disciplined monochrome lattice of crosshatching, two faceted female figures emerge like carved memories—simultaneously tender and engineered—while the sharp geometry of their bodies suggests identity assembled from fragments rather than flesh. A saturated red plane behind them operates as both wound and halo, an emotional field that presses forward and heightens the hush of their inward gazes. The dangling pocket watch turns time into a physical weight, implying that intimacy here is measured, delayed, and carried rather than lived in ease. Between the doubled presence and the restless texture of the ground, the work reads as a meditation on self-division: the private self shadowed by its own echo, trying to move through a world that never stops scoring the surface.