Alone (Chai and Fly)

A dense, charcoal plume rises from an ordinary tumbler like a summoned memory, its soft, wavering contours resisting the rigid, staircase geometry that hems the scene into measured compartments. The palette of slate blues and ashen greys turns the domestic into the uncanny, where a hovering fly—both witness and omen—presses the moment toward decay and persistence. Beneath, a tangle of hair-like currents and scattered circular tokens suggests a buried ledger of desires, while the smoke performs a quiet alchemy: the unseen made visible, the everyday transformed into a ritual of uncertainty.