



The diptych presents the human figure as both presence and residue: on the left, a frontal visage emerges through veils of ochre and bruised reds, its features partially dissolved by downward drips that feel like time made visible. On the right, the body turns away into a vertical cascade of pigment, where gravity becomes a compositional forceβpulling color into stains that read as memory, sweat, or weathering rather than mere paint. The stark white ground functions like an unforgiving silence, heightening the sense that identity here is not fixed but continually eroded and re-formed in the act of looking. Together, the panels hold a quiet tension between confrontation and retreat, as if the self can only be approached through fragmentation.







