Untitled (The Veiled Woman)

A sleeping figure is cradled within a cocoon of cloth that spirals like a protective current, its red-edged contour tracing the boundary between tenderness and restraint. Muted greys and earthen tones dissolve into a scratch-textured field, as if memory itself were fraying at the margins while the face remains serenely intact. The curving drapery becomes both shelter and tide, suggesting an inward retreat where the body is suspended between vulnerability and renewal, held in a quiet, private gravity.