Untitled 116 (Hidden Depths)

A solitary, stylized figure—its cobalt body and elongated red head—stands like an icon against a cool, aqueous field where greens and turquoises breathe in layered veils. The surface reads as both mural and palimpsest: scumbled paint, scratched lines, and drifting glyph-like marks suggest language half-remembered, as if memory is trying to write itself back into being. Warm circular motifs puncture the calm ground, introducing a pulse of human time—ornament, ritual, or inner circuitry—while the figure’s quiet poise holds the surrounding turbulence in suspension. The work ultimately stages a tender tension between presence and erasure, where identity appears not as a fixed portrait but as a continually revised trace.