



Suspended in a pale, almost breathless field, the fragmented figure reads like a memory caught mid-assembly—planes of umber and charcoal folding into a face that holds two gazes at once, as if consciousness is split between witness and self. Hard-edged geometry and translucent veils of gray create a sense of excavation, where light behaves less as illumination than as a thin membrane separating inner life from outer silence. The surrounding shards echo the central form like displaced thoughts, suggesting identity as something constructed, broken, and continually re-negotiated. In its restrained palette and deliberate voids, the work becomes a meditation on vulnerability—how the psyche shelters itself behind facets, yet remains unmistakably present.







