



A reclining figure, rendered in saturated blues, drifts across an earthy, agitated ground as though memory itself has pulled the body into a tide of ochre and umber. The sketch-like black tracery fractures the anatomy into quick, searching lines, turning repose into something uneasy—half shelter, half exposure—while the cool body seems to glow against the warmer field like an afterimage. This chromatic tension proposes a quiet psychological narrative: intimacy and vulnerability held in suspension, where the human form becomes a luminous refuge amid a restless world.







