Fading Away captures the fragile threshold between presence and departure - a moment when the body remains, but the mind drifts somewhere just beyond reach. Her expression holds both softness and sorrow, echoing the quiet grief of memory unravelling thread by thread. The brushwork, loose and dissolving at the edges, mirrors the way identity blurs when time steals the certainty of self.

There is still light in her eyes - traces of a life deeply lived - but it flickers now, untethered, as if caught between worlds. The fractured colours of violet, blue and moss-green suggest fragments of story, emotion and history that no longer sit in sequence, yet still carry weight. This is not a portrait of defeat, but of longing: the longing to hold onto moments that slip through trembling hands.

Fading Away honours the silent heartbreak of watching someone disappear in slow motion. It is a tribute to love that stays, even when memory doesn’t - and to the haunting beauty of a soul that lingers, even as the edges of its world begin to fall away.