

A reclining figure drifts across the canvas like a suspended thought, the warm, earthen realism of the body set against a field of flattened, pastel silhouettes that read as memory-echoes rather than literal companions. The composition turns on a delicate tension between weight and weightlessness: the arm’s downward pull and the sunflower’s small gravity counterbalance the buoyant, overlapping forms that cradle and obscure the torso. Muted blues, greens, and lavender soften the space into a dreamlike chorus, suggesting intimacy as a layered palimpsest—touch, absence, and tenderness coexisting in the same breath.







