Year: 2021
Dimensions: 180 x 110 cm
Technique: Oil on canvas
What does it mean to return? To come back to a place you have never left, to a time that has not ended?
She floats at the center of the circle, her smile holding a secret she will not share. Around her, the world turns—not in space, but in time, in the slow spiral of years that fold back upon themselves. Her skin glows with the gold of what has been, what still is, what will always be.
Above her, the winged ones watch from their purple clouds. Below her, the ram with the fish-tail curves through the depths, carrying the weight of zodiac and memory. On the margins, the circles—twenty-four of them—hold the fragments of a life: the clock face, the embryo, the butterfly, the skull. Each one is a moment, a door, a question that does not need an answer.
This is not a portrait. It is a diagram of becoming—the geometry of youth, the pattern of return. The circles do not end. They do not begin. They simply turn, as she turns, as we turn, caught in the orbit of what we once were and what we are still learning to be.
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