Untitled 2 (The Inkwing)

Suspended in a field of quiet white, the butterfly emerges as a luminous paradox—its ember-orange wings radiating vitality while a dense, ink-dark body anchors the form in shadow and gravity. The artist’s stippled constellations and lace-like punctures make the surface feel simultaneously biological and ceremonial, as if the creature is being mapped, not merely depicted. This tension between glow and void turns metamorphosis into a meditation on fragility: beauty appears here as something hard-won, edged with burn marks and silence.