The person in the drawing has turned away. His face, smudged and almost vanished, seems to slip away from the viewer, toward something beyond reach. The identity remains inaccessible, more an echo than a portrait.
Only the ear is sharply drawn, like a solitary gateway to the world, as if he is listening to something we can no longer reach. 
The drawing becomes a visual exploration of the lost, the withdrawn, and the almost-present, where every line is a suggestion rather than a clarity.
There is a resistance to fixation here, the work rests on a fragile boundary between memory and forgetting, body and trace. Perhaps it is precisely in this uncertainty, in the listening, in the stillness, that something new may take shape, a humble gesture toward what was once alive.