Melancholia

Stillness in the Blur

In Melancholia, I lean into the gentle heaviness that drifts through the soul. These works are personal, quiet, and emotionally soaked. Soft pastels, crumpled sheets, diffused light—they’re visual lullabies for the fragile. I am drawn to that space between sadness and calm, where the body no longer resists. Here, the subject doesn’t pose—it sighs. A visual expression of mild depression, emotional fatigue, and the poetry of stillness.

“Melancholia is not sadness. It’s the tenderness of waiting. The body becomes a vessel for what words cannot say.”