The figure holds a branch that seems to sprout from its very own body, an explosion of red and blue that spreads across the space. There is both strength and delicacy in this gesture, as if holding not just flowers, but the promise of something that resists, that reinvents itself. The face, fragmented by layers of material, carries a deep, introspective gaze. It is not a static portrait, but a presence in constant transformation, where identity and landscape blur into one. The flowers, vibrant and intense, emerge between strokes and cuts, as though carrying the weight and lightness of a suspended moment. The light background softens the outlines, giving the figure an ethereal, almost fleeting quality, yet still impactful—a body that blooms, expanding beyond its own image.
Hage
