

Suspended in a milky field of negative space, a procession of mask-like visages drifts and overlaps as if memory were layering itself in slow motion. The monochrome palette turns gesture into atmosphereβcharcoal densities gather into a crowned head at the lower edge, while faint, translucent forms above suggest spirits, ancestors, or shifting roles that cannot settle into a single identity. Curving lines stitch the figures into a tenuous choreography, balancing playfulness with unease, as though ceremony and dream are speaking in the same breath. What emerges is a quiet meditation on persona: the face as artifact, the self as a composite of inherited symbols and fleeting impressions.







