A pale, mannequin-like figure is staged against a slanted field of grey, its blank head turned into a theatre for improbable attachments—antlers, perched creatures, and a small telescope that suggests looking outward while remaining insistently sealed within. The delicate, scratchy linework lets objects hover between talisman and burden: a dripping vessel at the margin echoes the inner “leak” of sensation, as if thought itself were condensing into weather. Suspended trinkets and a flare at the chest read like an exposed anatomy of memory, proposing a quiet surrealism where identity is assembled from fragments, and perception is both instrument and wound.