In this sensual, emotional work, I captured a moment after the music has already been played — yet continues to live within.
The black grand piano here is not merely an instrument, but a state of being. It feels heavy, fractured, as if holding the memory of touch, pauses, and unspoken confessions. Its form is blurred, like a memory that cannot be fully held — slipping away, leaving only a trace.
On the surface of the piano, an almost imperceptible silhouette of a nude woman emerges. She is barely visible, dissolving into layers of grey and darkness, as if the woman and the music have become one. This is not a body, but a sensation of presence — vulnerable, quiet, intimate. Like a breath held between notes.
Red appears suddenly, like an inner heat, like an emotion that cannot be concealed. It does not scream — it smolders. It is passion, pain, life itself, remaining even when the sound has already fallen silent.