Untitled 11 (Liberation)

Suspended in a hush of watercolor atmosphere, a dove hovers above a tilted metal vessel, its string-like tether implying both rescue and quiet restraint. The cold, circular rim reads like an aperture into interiority, where a single pomegranate glows—an ember of fertility and desire—while fallen petals below register the cost of ripening into vulnerability. The spare negative space amplifies the psychological drama: weight and levitation, containment and release, held in a fragile equilibrium of light.