Madona

This densely layered tableau stages a fevered congregation of figures—part human, part spectral—where bodies dissolve into one another as if memory itself were overcrowded. A muted, ash-and-ochre atmosphere is punctured by small eruptions of rose and sulfurous yellow, guiding the eye through pockets of intimacy, menace, and dark humor. The composition reads like an interior architecture of the psyche: overheard gestures, hovering silhouettes, and animal presences become symbols of appetite, shame, and tenderness competing for space. In its wavering line and smoky translucencies, the work suggests that identity is not fixed but negotiated—haunted by what we conceal, and animated by what refuses to disappear.