This mixed-media abstraction reads like a psyche mapped in vapor and pigment—lavender mists and acidic greens forming an atmosphere where memory floats rather than settles. A looping red line behaves as both pulse and thread, stitching disparate fragments—botanical texture, a distant figure, a small falling body—into a single, unstable narrative. The contrast between airy washes and jagged, ink-like contours sets up a tension between control and eruption, as if the image is continually being revised by emotion. What emerges is a meditation on permeability: the self as a porous collage where tenderness, rupture, and recollection bleed into one another without clear borders.