

Two anonymized heads stand like weathered relics of presence, their facelessness turning identity into a surface—scarred, layered, and perpetually unfinished. The pale figure, marbled with bruised reds and mossy greens, feels porous and exposed, while its darker counterpart absorbs light into a dense, tar-like skin where cracks and smears read as accumulated history. Set against the stark void, the green base becomes an artificial ground—half stage, half specimen tray—quietly asking whether these forms are portraits of people, or of the traces time leaves behind. Together they propose intimacy without recognition, a dialogue between vulnerability and endurance expressed through material abrasion.







