

In this monochrome drawing, a masked visage hovers between innocence and unease, its wide, asymmetrical eyes acting as twin apertures into a psyche split by watchfulness and doubt. The dense, velvety blacks—worked like bruised charcoal—press inward, while ghosted hands and half-formed figures at the margins suggest a crowd of memories clinging to the self, unable to fully surface yet refusing to disappear. The stitched contour of the mask reads as both protection and suturing, implying that identity here is something worn, repaired, and performed under the pressure of unseen spectators. Light is rationed to the eyes and nose, turning the face into a small sanctuary amid encroaching shadow, where vulnerability becomes the work’s quiet, relentless gravity.







