

This monochrome drawing stages a fevered theatre of bodies—elongated, porous, and interlaced—where identity seems to slip between human, creature, and branch-like limb. The obsessive hatchwork turns flesh into a vibrating field, dissolving clear boundaries and making touch feel both intimate and invasive, as if the figures are stitched together by memory and instinct rather than anatomy. Negative space operates like silence around a confession, amplifying the uneasy gestures and half-averted faces that suggest vulnerability, desire, and the quiet violence of being seen. In its warped proportions and tender grotesque, the work reads as a psychological allegory: the self multiplied, entangled, and struggling to separate from its own shadows.







