From the quiet shadow of a bowed head, patterns begin to rise — flowing in violet streams, curling into golden contours. They twist and merge, becoming not just hair, but pathways, topographies of feeling and remembrance.
Within these lines emerges another face — abstract yet unmistakable — a spirit of the self, or perhaps a stranger who lives within. It speaks of layered identities, of the voices we carry and the fragments we inherit. The black silhouette holds it all, silent yet unshaken, while the luminous lines spill outward like light escaping from a locked room.
“Echoes of the Mind” is an inward gaze made visible — a portrait not of the skin, but of the currents beneath. It is both a map and a mirror, charting the shifting terrain of thought where the boundaries between who we are and who we imagine blur into one.
