A small framed composition clings to the lower right corner of an expansive white field, evoking absence more than presence. Almost overlooked, the diminutive image feels like a relic—part diagram, part wound—its lines radiating from a red core like memory tethered to grief. The surrounding space amplifies its emotional weight, creating a tension between intimacy and distance, visibility and erasure. This is not a portrait of what was, but a meditation on what barely remains.