Preying Goat

A reclining figure unfurls across a nocturnal field of blues, her body rendered less as anatomy than as a luminous map—stitched from geometric tiles, drifting symbols, and faintly remembered faces. Gold-toned passages flare like inner light, turning the surrounding cool space into a quiet cosmos where the personal and the architectural converge. The composition suspends time: the figure rests, yet the surface teems with encoded narratives, suggesting that identity is not fixed but assembled from fragments of place, memory, and dream.