Untitled 4 (Untitled 7)

Against a field of urgent red, the figure emerges as a labyrinth of tremulous ink—an anatomy built from restless loops that makes the body feel both present and perpetually dissolving. The single, oversized eye fixes the viewer with a weary lucidity, while the cigarette becomes a thin, brittle axis of ritual and self-soothing, held close as if it were a fragile anchor. To the side, the clustered, mushroom-like forms read as drifting thoughts or dormant spores—quiet counterpoints that suggest how private reverie can bloom beside anxiety without ever touching it. The stark contrast of black-on-white linework against the saturated ground turns intimacy into spectacle, translating inner turbulence into a composed, iconic silhouette.