Untitled 14 (Lost in Reverie)

A solitary figure reclines within a veil of chartreuse and slate, her body rendered with tender restraint as if emerging from memory rather than direct sight. The composition is scored by vertical drips and stains that behave like time itself—washing, eroding, and re-inscribing the scene—so intimacy becomes inseparable from dissolution. Against the lush, almost toxic bloom of yellow-green, the calm of her profile reads as quiet defiance: a private sanctuary held together by fragile pigments, where repose is both refuge and exposure.