Untitled 2 (Woman as Apple Tree)

A delicate graphite body rises like a trunk from an apple’s pale flesh, its branching arms extending into a spare, quiet space where fruit and fragments of fruit hover as small memories. The artist’s restrained palette—ashen skin against the single warm pulse of red—turns the figure into a site of temptation and self-knowledge, as if identity is both grown and consumed. The soft stippling and airy negative ground lend the scene a dreamlike suspension, suggesting a myth where nourishment, desire, and vulnerability entwine on the same bough.