Still Facing yet its edges tremble softly

yet its edges tremble softly

A single dark line runs vertically through the face—not as shadow

as if trying to drift away from memory

I hope this piece quietly becomes a presence in your space as a form that simply exists

As if wrapped in a soft haze

Still Facing yet its edges tremble softlyOriginal Drawing One of a kind The hands covering the face deliberately conceal the self itself. This gesture is not to escape, but to hold oneself within what surrounds. The charcoal marks spreading around it may feel like a forceful wind, or as if the space itself is being distorted. Fragmented forms appear and dissolve, never fully settling, suggesting an environment that is far from still. Even so, the eyes behind remain fixed, looking directly