MELANCHOLY BLUES holds a portrait at the edge of clarity, where line behaves like a second pulse and the figure feels both assembled and undone. The surface carries revision marks and pauses, treating vulnerability as structure rather than confession.
A field of nocturnal blue compresses the space, while quiet reds and chalky skin tones cut through like late thoughts. The result is poised and unsettled: elegance sharpened by abrasion, a face that refuses to resolve into a single mood.
