



Fanned like a deck of memories around the modest spine of *Unpainted Paintings*, these works turn the act of looking into a restless, playful archive—animals, figures, and hybrid gestures surfacing as if mid-thought. The line is intentionally unpolished, allowing watercolor blooms and abrupt chromatic clashes to stand in for instinct, humor, and vulnerability, so that each vignette feels both intimate and unfinished in the most human sense. The circular composition—paper radiating from the book—suggests a mind mapping itself outward, where repetition and variation become a quiet argument for imagination as a form of lived testimony.







