Mother Teresa

This intricately wrought monochrome composition turns a single visage into a living archive, where the contours of cheek and brow become corridors for a multitude of bodies, gestures, and histories to surge through. Dense fields of pattern press against stark reserves of white space, creating a rhythmic alternation between claustrophobia and breath—suggesting memory’s tendency to both overwhelm and clarify. The spiraling currents of line stitch private sorrow to collective struggle, as if the face is less a portrait than a witness bearing the weight of many lives. In its meticulous draughtsmanship, the work proposes identity as a tapestry: not singular, but continually authored by community, violence, tenderness, and time.