“The Scent of Narcissus” He does not arrive as danger. He arrives as a feeling. First, warmth. Then attention. Then the quiet erosion of certainty. His face is never singular. It shifts, performs, adapts — faster than it can be understood. And only in the silence that follows do you realize something within you has already been altered. The scent lingers longer than the man. But.. I see through the many masks you wear #laartist #artgallery #artcollector #marivfallat #mixedmedia