This is not just an eye. It is surveillance. Of the self, of repetition, of ritual. The hand reaches as if it arrives just in time, to catch, to hold, to not let go. Each shape feels like it remains from the day before, moving through memory like an evening habit you follow without thinking.

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Evening order, where each form feels familiar. A quiet kind of stability.
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Acrylic on canvas
70 x 70 cm