Untitled 2 (A Moment of Reflection)

Rendered in meticulous black-and-white patterning, the figure bends into herself as if listening to the water’s slow pulse, her blank face turning inward so the body becomes the true instrument of feeling. The oversized, spotted mushrooms loom like quiet sentinels—part shelter, part hallucination—while the rippling surface is punctured by seed-like ovals that read as portals, memories, or cells awaiting awakening. Through the tension between dense stippling and open negative space, the work meditates on tenderness and estrangement: a solitary act of “fishing” not for prey, but for contact with something submerged in the psyche. The thin line descending into the pond becomes a fragile tether between the conscious and the unknown, suggesting that intimacy with the self is always drawn from depths we cannot fully name.