Orbit

She is not lost in space. Space is where she chose to sit down.

Seated on the cosmos like a floor, legs folded, one arm raised as if conducting something only she can hear, she wears the colours of the earth she came from — terracotta, teal, gold — against a black field scattered with teal and magenta spirals that suggest not emptiness but energy, not absence but potential. Her bracelets stack gold. Her jewelled brooch anchors a garment that is part ancient dress, part armour.

She does not look at us. She looks at whatever is just beyond the frame — something approaching, something almost arrived. Her straight black hair falls like a curtain behind her. The neon pink aura that traces her silhouette is not special effects. It is simply what happens when someone that concentrated with intention sits still long enough: the air around them starts to glow.

This is a painting about stillness as power. About knowing that the universe is not a threat to you — it is your address.