Untitled 15 (Untitled 6)

This intricate ink drawing conjures a mythic creature out of pure line—an exuberant tangle of spirals, bands, and whorls that feels less “drawn” than summoned, as if the figure is coalescing from breath and current. The composition pivots around a watchful eye and a smiling, mask-like face, while the surrounding curls churn like weather patterns, collapsing inner psyche and outer atmosphere into a single, restless field. Monochrome becomes a kind of moral clarity here: without color to soften it, the obsessive repetition of curves reads as both playful ornament and anxious compulsion, suggesting transformation as a perpetual, unfinished motion. The image holds a paradoxical tenderness—its creatureliness is buoyant—yet the density of marks implies a mind crowded with thoughts, finding order through ritual pattern.