Presence

A head made of glass, filled with blue water — not a portrait, but a presence. No face. No eyes. Just the quiet life within.

Stones rest at the bottom like memories settled over time. Water grass rises like hair, still growing, still reaching. And at the centre — one red fish, the last trace of a soul that once filled this space.

You cannot see the person. But you know they were here. You can feel it in the water.