The Princess one is of those pieces that stops you—not because it shouts, but because it whispers something you half-remember. The title may suggest a fairy tale, but there’s no castle, no tiara, no glitter. Instead, what you see is a quiet, almost reflective presence. The figure in the work exists somewhere between memory and myth.

At first glance, you might think of Lady Diana—Princess of Wales—whose life and death still haunt the cultural imagination. But the reference isn’t declared doesn’t declare, it lets over in the air. The suggestion of Lady Di isn’t literal. It’s psychological. It’s about how we create idealized images of women, how those images can trap and define, but also how they can carry dreams, longings, and the need to be seen.