This piece feels like a quiet whisper of existence. The oval enclosing the dark strokes seems like a fragile enclosure—a boundary that barely holds together the scattered remnants inside. The little scribble rests like a wound or a knot, suggesting something unresolved. The single line escaping from the form feels like a thread reaching outward, searching for connection but crossing paths with emptiness. The vast blank space becomes as important as the marks, amplifying the sense of solitude. There’s a feeling of incompleteness, of something left unsaid—like a memory fading, but leaving behind the faintest traces of struggle and presence.
Size : 11x 8.5 in