Year: 2025
Dimensions: 105 x 75 cm
Technique: Mixed Media
She stands at the center, her eyes closed, seeing what we cannot. A triangle of light on her forehead marks her as one who belongs to another order—not divine, but something older, something that remembers before gods had names. Her hair falls like water, like night, like a veil that separates what is seen from what is hidden.
The birds are not her attendants; they are her extension. The ibis, the raven—they are the shapes her spirit takes when it leaves the body and moves through the world. They do not follow her; they are her. The blue eye of the painting glows at the margin—a wound of color in the monochrome dream.
This is not a portrait. It is a threshold. A passage between worlds, offered without explanation. The birds watch, the woman waits, and the space between them holds all that cannot be said.