



A monumental female visage presides over a dreamlike frieze, her calm, sidelong gaze anchoring a chorus of small, blue-toned bodies that drift between sleep, play, and surrender. The composition breathes through veils of translucent wings—part butterfly, part guardian—where warm ochres and bruised turquoises mingle like memory staining the present. Light pools softly on limbs and faces, turning touch into a quiet narrative of tenderness and vulnerability, as if childhood, desire, and protection are braided into one continuous current. What emerges is a meditation on inner sanctuary: the self as both witness and shelter, holding fragile lives in the suspended time of reverie.







