HANDDRAW #3: Portrait of a Wounded Soul

This painting captures a silent scream etched in stone—cold as marble, yet as fragile as the human soul. A half-abstract, statue-like face turns upward, as if pleading to a silent god, a forgotten time, or simply for breath. The expression is frozen, but it whispers to the viewer like the fading memory of a long-lost voice.

The blue-toned palette evokes both the chill of the sky and the numbness of the spirit. The heavens are open, yet unreachable. In this piece, the fragile line between hope and surrender is not seen—it is deeply felt.