Fantasy 10

Suspended in a burnished haze of ochres and embered browns, the central figure gathers herself inward, her clasped hands and angled shoulder forming a quiet citadel against the surrounding drift of half-emerging faces. Two iridescent birds slice across the composition like living thoughts, their turquoise flashes puncturing the sepia ground and turning the air into a charged corridor between memory and present breath. The surface—scratched, granular, insistently tactile—reads as both skin and sediment, suggesting that identity here is not a single portrait but a palimpsest of witnesses, echoes, and unspoken histories. In this tension between intimacy and apparition, the work offers refuge and unease at once: a tender self-possession haunted by the crowding nearness of what we carry.