Two faces emerge from a veiled field of greys and sand-tones, as if memory has been rubbed into visibility rather than painted outright—present, yet perpetually slipping. Angular outlines and interlocking planes fracture the portrait into competing viewpoints, while the cool, electric blues read like fault-lines of thought that stitch and sever the figures at once. The compressed space and restless mark-making turn intimacy into negotiation, suggesting a dialogue between selves—witness and secret, tenderness and unease—held in a single, unresolved breath.