Untitled 2 (The Wanderer)

Suspended in a field of incandescent orange, the figure curls into itself with an almost mythic tenderness—part human, part animal—its softened contours and milky highlights giving the body the fragile glow of something remembered rather than seen. The black spiral at the waist reads as both tail and vortex, a visual fulcrum that pulls the eye inward, suggesting desire, instinct, or a self-consuming gravity. Behind, the translucent, angular greens assemble like a fractured landscape or mental architecture, allowing the central body to drift between sanctuary and exposure. The work ultimately stages intimacy as metamorphosis: a quiet, unsettling meditation on how identity bends when it is watched, longed for, or half-concealed.