I Am Not Alone (The Mind's Eye)

Set against a saturated red field that feels at once intimate and incendiary, the work frames a monumental head like a private cosmos—its dark contours holding luminous pockets where memory, desire, and imagination are staged. Miniature figures inhabit the face as if it were architecture: one cradles a terrarium of impossible foliage, another paints within the lens of a gaze, suggesting the self as a cultivated ecosystem continuously revised. The suspended airplane, drifting clouds, and a solitary potted plant on a bare ledge widen the interior drama into a quiet allegory of departure and return, where the mind’s tenderness persists amid heat, distance, and modern speed.