Like a slow collapse or whispered combustion, this piece unfolds with subtle tension and restrained violence. The black streak slices diagonally with purpose, yet the red trails dissipate like vapour, soft and sorrowful. A cluster of pale spheres and translucent bubbles hovers near the top right — fragile, fetal, almost breath-like. The composition feels like a memory half-erased, full of emotional residue. It evokes a wound that’s healing in reverse, delicate yet unresolved. The forms drift in and out of clarity, as if recalling something important but just out of reach.
