



Suspended between a sunlit ochre field and a cool, tessellated blue, two angular, mask-like faces drift as if caught in a slow orbit—part totem, part dream. The artist’s crystalline planes and taut diagonals cut space with architectural precision, while soft gradients in the cheeks and eyelids reintroduce breath and tenderness, turning geometry into intimacy. A crescent form—half instrument, half vessel—anchors the lower register, suggesting music as a messenger between these separated presences, stitched together by fine lines that read like invisible threads of memory. The glowing disc above behaves less like a literal sun than a witness: a pale, overexposed conscience that floods the scene with quiet tension and reverie.







