Untitled 1 (Warped Reality)

Suspended in a void of velvety black, the glass vessel becomes both body and mirage, its swollen form catching light as if it were memory made reflective. The surface fractures into prismatic folds—cool silvers and blues punctured by a pulse of magenta—so that interior and exterior collapse into a single, unstable skin of sensation. This is a still life that refuses stillness: the object reads as a quiet container for absence, yet its distorted reflections suggest the world pressing in, reshaped by perception and time.