



A monumental, smiling visage rises from a field of indigo and violet, its body unfurling into serpentine bands that behave less like anatomy than like a living map of memory. The stippled whites and dense black contours create a taut rhythm between innocence and unease, while scattered birds, moons, and small human figures drift through the space as if thoughts escaping containment. By collapsing scale—placing the intimate inside the colossal—the work suggests a cosmology where the self is porous, inhabited by others, and perpetually in metamorphosis.







