This is not a finished thought. It is a moment deciding to exist. Movement becomes memory here — a trace of the body, a hesitation of colour, a breath caught between layers. I don’t paint conclusions. I paint thresholds. Where the figure almost dissolves, where abstraction still remembers touch, where emotion refuses to stay quiet. This work asks very little. Only time. Only presence. And in return, it offers something rare: the feeling of being seen without being explained. For those who collec

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