

Rendered in meticulous monochrome stippling, the figure’s classical nude poise is unsettled by an apple-head—an emblem of desire and disguise—casting identity as something edible, replaceable, and perpetually masked. Around her, the ribboning, patterned forms unfurl like ornamental wings or drifting cloth, their decorative repetition turning seduction into a system, a script the body must inhabit. The scattered peels and blade-like objects suggest a quiet violence beneath the elegance, as if pleasure and self-fashioning require continual cutting, shedding, and renewal within a stark, unyielding white space.







