Untitled 6 (Serenade of Souls)

A nocturne of bodies and instruments, the composition compresses faces, hands, and flutes into an almost sculptural relief, as if music has become a tangible weight pressing into the picture plane. The palette—ashen greys punctuated by bruised gold—turns the scene into a ritual of hushed intensity, where light reads less as illumination than as memory moving across skin. Overlapping gestures create a visual polyphony: touch, breath, and closed eyes suggest not performance but surrender, a collective trance in which individuality dissolves into shared cadence. What emerges is a meditation on communion—how sound, desire, and grief can braid together into a single, darkly radiant ceremony.