


Three cobalt figures overlap like successive afterimages, turning a single woman into a quiet procession of selvesβone reaching outward, one folded inward, one receding into memory. Against the honeyed, leaf-strewn field, the saturated blue reads as both night and bruised tenderness, while the red lips and small silver ornaments punctuate the silence with intimate, human insistence. The repeated gesture with the delicate stem becomes a meditation on choice and impermanence, as if the act of holding something fragile is also an act of letting go. In this gentle dislocation of time and identity, the painting frames femininity not as a fixed portrait, but as an unfolding state of becoming.







