Untitled 2 (Warrior Queen)

A crowned, veiled figure glides across the picture plane with an eerie composure, her white drapery lifting like a hush against the darkened ground, while the rigid rectangle behind her reads as both window and cage. The raised sword, held not in fury but in ritual poise, turns authority into a delicate burden, echoed by the animal companion whose taut lines suggest both tethering and invisible control. Sparse crimson accents—at brow and saddle—puncture the quiet palette like flashes of will or wound, hinting that sovereignty here is inseparable from vulnerability and restraint. The work stages a private myth: a procession through interior space where power is performed, yet constantly haunted by the frameworks that contain it.