

A pair of faces hover in partial alignment, their overlapping contours turning portraiture into a meditation on dualityβself and other, memory and present, intimacy and distance. The palette of ash-grey, bruised umber, and muted blues diffuses the figures into a weathered field of text-like marks, as if identity is being archived, erased, and rewritten at once. Subtle red accents pulse like a buried confession, guiding the eye through a composition that feels both tender and unsettled, where closeness becomes a fragile, shifting registration rather than a fixed bond. The work suggests that we are never singular; we are palimpsests of encounters, spoken histories, and the quiet residue of time.







