Untitled 2 (Night of a Thousand Lights)

A sleeping face lies in hush-blue stillness, rendered with tender realism and framed by a thin red rectangle that reads like a threshold—between body and thought, present and elsewhere. Above, fireflies flare as miniature beacons, their electric halos stitched together by crisp lines into a diagram of connection that feels at once scientific and dreamlike. The composition turns the night sky into a neural map, suggesting that even in rest the mind keeps making constellations—quietly networking memory, desire, and possibility across the dark.