This image feels like the ghost of a body—fragile, hollow, and weighed down by its scars. The vertical shape stands upright yet vulnerable, its surface pierced by repeated dark marks that echo wounds or burdens carried. The thin, reaching line feels like an outstretched arm— searching, pleading, or perhaps surrendering to emptiness. The sparseness of the page intensifies the loneliness of the form, as if it exists in isolation against an overwhelming silence. Every shaded mark speaks of injury, but also of survival, of the body’s insistence on enduring despite its fragility. It is a portrait, not of the body’s strength, but of its quiet resilience.
Size : 11x 8.5 in