Untitled 21 (Honeycomb Hollow)

A headless, reclining nude emerges as a quiet monument of vulnerability, its graphite-like shading dissolving into the pale ground as if the body were already becoming memory. Around it, a honeycomb lattice hovers like a fragile architecture of order, while winged insects swarm and pool into an ambiguous spill—part nectar, part contamination—suggesting both industry and decay. The composition holds a tense dialogue between sensual curvature and clinical pattern: flesh is rendered with tenderness, yet surrounded by a system that categorizes, consumes, and disperses. In this suspended whiteness, the absent head reads as a refusal of identity, leaving the figure to speak instead through surface, swarm, and the uneasy poetics of metamorphosis.