Triad

Draped in a restrained, ash-toned palette, the work layers three incarnations of the same woman like echoes of memory—one present and heavy with stillness, two spectral presences hovering as if drawn from earlier selves. Translucent script veils the figures, turning language into a gauze of confession and erasure, while the oversized butterflies operate as quiet emblems of metamorphosis that never fully resolves. The composition’s vertical stacking compresses time into a single plane, and the softened light grants the scene a devotional hush, suggesting that healing is less a sudden flight than a slow, written becoming.