Self-Portrait No. 4

A man sits alone in a room that both contains him and threatens to unravel him. His suit is formal—a blue pinstripe uniform that suggests tradition, control, even civility. But his face tells another story: warped, unguarded, unsettled. His eyes stretch wide, straining to see something deeper, or perhaps to unsee what’s already known.

He does not perform for the room. Instead, he is still—anchored in a spiritual current deeper than the noise around him. The background pulses in red, patterned with symbols of order and unrest. Yet the man remains unmoved, as if in dialogue with something greater than the scene suggests.

This is not a portrait of peace, but of the quiet required to hold chaos without breaking. A moment of inner alignment inside a body that refuses to sit still.