This drawing feels like the trace of breath or memory—fragile, fleeting, and easily lost in silence. The wandering lines drift like echoes across emptiness, while the shaded marks punctuate the page like scars left behind by passing wounds. It carries the quiet weight of incompleteness, as though the image itself resists being whole. The vast emptiness around the marks deepens the loneliness, yet also allows each fragile gesture to be heard more clearly. It is the poetry of absence, of survival through fragments. Here, pain does not scream—it lingers softly, like an aftertaste of sorrow.
Size : 11 x 8 in