The New York Times
Loneliness is hard to draw because it is mostly an absence. For this piece I chose a quiet, everyday scene: a figure slumped in an armchair with a laptop on his knees and a red cup within reach, shut inside his own small world.
I limited the palette to cool violets cut by hot pink, so the room feels both intimate and a little unreal. The flat, graphic shapes keep the mood restrained: no drama, just the weight of a long evening spent alone.
