No one going somewhere

depicts a solitary figure standing in an alleyway, confronted by an ambiguous, body-like form that bends and folds under its own weight. Rendered in a muted, shadowed palette, the work evokes a sense of stillness and unease. The humanoid mass, neither fully object nor fully body, suggests the instability of identity and the strangeness of seeing oneself reflected in distorted forms. By placing the two figures in a desolate urban environment, the painting stages a quiet dialogue about disconnection, selfhood, and the uncertain directions we take in navigating contemporary existence.