Losing Teather

A face dissolves—fragmented in streaks of blue, gold, and grey—drifting down the canvas like a memory unravelling in time. Set against a pale, ghostly background, the form is barely held together, suspended between presence and absence. The eyes remain, haunting and aware, as the rest slips quietly into abstraction.
“Losing Teather” captures the moment before letting go—the ache of fading identity, the pull of something deeper than despair. It is a portrait of dissolution, but also of deep, raw transition.

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Acrylic on Canvas