

Rendered in wiry pen lines and dense crosshatching, the portrait feels less like a likeness than a mind made visibleβhalf face emerging from a tide of shadows, half dissolving into a bestiary of memory. The gaze, steady yet distant, anchors a swirling procession of animal presences (bull, bird, frog, insect) that read as totems of instinct and metamorphosis, as if the psyche is inhabited by its own private ecosystem. Light is not painted but carved from white paper, while the dark, ribboning forms braid hair, breath, and thought into a single restless current, suggesting identity as something perpetually becoming rather than firmly contained.