



Across four airy panels, buoyant, biomorphic figures drift as if unmoored from gravity, their softened edges and pastel gradients lending the scene the hush of a dream recalled at dawn. The composition privileges negative space, turning the pale sky-like ground into a psychological field where bodies, creatures, and fragments of anatomy behave like symbols—touching, separating, and reassembling in slow, tidal rhythms. Color operates as emotion rather than description: cool blues and lavenders suggest reverie and distance, while sudden oranges and reds punctuate the quiet with pulses of instinct and desire. What emerges is a tender surreal bestiary of metamorphosis, where identity feels provisional—constantly dissolving and reforming—held together by the gentle logic of the subconscious.







