An octopus, rendered in soft wash: Ink, skin, and motion held in suspension.
She does not announce herself.
She studies. She adapts. She watches.
The form radiates outward from a single eye, arms dissolving into the body of the garment, less illustration, more presence. Worn close, it reads almost abstract. Then it resolves.
A quiet piece.
For those who prefer to observe before they speak.
Part of the Long Sardine world.
