A suspended, garment-like form drifts across a pale, weathered field, its coarse mesh texture registering as both skin and shroud—something intimate rendered anonymous. Around it, a constellation of buttons, beads, and hexagonal fragments reads like an orbit of memories or currency, suggesting the quiet economics of attachment and loss. The restrained palette of chalky blues, rusted browns, and bruised greys softens the scene into a kind of afterimage, where absence becomes tactile and the body is implied through what remains.