I Am Yours (Who Am I?)

Rendered in stark charcoal-like blacks and silvery greys, the figure is built from insistent, cross-hatched striations that make the body feel both carved and confined, as if identity has been etched by pressure rather than chosen. The face tilts upward with a weary, searching stillness, while the hands clutch a tablet-like frame bearing the disquieting exchange—“WHO AM I / I AM YOURS”—a confession that reads like devotion and surrender in the same breath. The shallow, smudged atmosphere offers no anchoring place, turning the surrounding space into a psychological fog where selfhood dissolves into possession. In this tension between tenderness and erasure, the work becomes a quiet indictment of how love, authority, or society can rewrite the self into an owned object.