She 17 (Metamorphosis)

A monochrome feminine visage rises from a field of scraped gold and saturated blue, as if memory itself has been sanded back to reveal a calm, inward gaze. Butterflies—rendered like luminous fragments of stained glass—hover and overlap the figure, their wings echoing the body’s contours to suggest metamorphosis not as spectacle but as a private, continuous becoming. The deliberate orange slashes puncture the air like edits or wounds in the image, turning the surrounding space into a palimpsest where vulnerability and resilience are negotiated in light.