

A nude back is rendered with tender, earthen modeling, yet the head dissolves into a bouquet of tulipsβan elegant rupture where identity becomes fragrance, season, and offering rather than portrait. Flat planes of turquoise, lavender, and cream stage the figure like a private interior turned theatrical, while the small, drifting silhouettes and fallen petals read as memories shedding from the body, accumulating into a soft, restless tide. The work holds a quiet tension between sensual presence and self-erasure, proposing femininity as both materially grounded and continually remade through desire, ornament, and loss.







