



This intimate collage of anatomies—brain, muzzle, human hand, and folded limbs—coalesces into a single, inward-turning figure, as if identity were a creature assembled from instinct, memory, and touch. Soft washes and translucent grays dissolve boundaries between parts, while the pale ground functions like a quiet void, granting the hybrid body both fragility and strange authority. A thin, looping thread of yellow arcs across the face like a tethered thought, suggesting the mind’s tenuous attempt to “hold” sensation before it slips into dream or animal knowing. The work reads as a tender portrait of selfhood in flux: not fractured, but continuously negotiated among cognition, appetite, and the need to be held.







