Masculine – Feminine

10×12 inches
Pencils on paper. Unframed.

Seductive yet mature, sweetly lush yet mysteriously vague, freedom and control—a portrait of femininity, masculinity, and their delicate balance.
The cherry, with its taut and glossy skin, fragile yet proud, carries within it a flavor that is sweet, mischievous, and tinged with innocence. It is the confession of weakness, the whisper of clumsy desire. People long to touch it, to bite into it, to let that blood-red juice spill across their lips.

Marlboro, on the other hand, is its complete opposite. It needs no effort to seduce; it already radiates defiance. It recalls cowboys under wide-brimmed hats, dusty highways, and parties that die out at three in the morning. A figure at once alluring and destructive, an addiction wrapped in the guise of freedom.

Sweetness facing bitterness. Tenderness against roughness. No one knows if this is a love affair or a battle. I am merely an onlooker—except for the one thing I know for certain: they exist, side by side, in order to survive.