This spare, spectral drawing layers successive outlines of a seated nude into a single trembling presence, as if the body were remembering itself through time. The repeated arms and torsos create a choreography of hesitation and desire, while the small, insistent red clusters hover like pulse-points—sensory sparks that interrupt the cool anonymity of graphite. A taut green diagonal slices across the figure, turning intimacy into measurement and suggesting the quiet violence of being observed, quantified, or clinically translated. In the vast pale ground, the self becomes both subject and trace, suspended between tenderness and analysis.