Anima

A looming, goddess-like figure emerges from a wallpapered dreamscape — floral, yet funereal. Rendered in deep blacks and fiery oranges, she echoes Kali: fierce, unflinching, and transformative. This is anima not as muse, but as shadow — the eternal feminine in her most unsettling form. Her smile is slight, ambiguous. She seems to watch, judge, perhaps even devour. The background, with its greying, wilted flowers, suggests the unconscious in decay — wallpapered over but never truly forgotten. The anima here is no angelic guide, but a force of psychic reckoning