reliquaries of self

These works are intimate studies of a vast inner world — not portraits in a traditional sense, but emotional remnants suspended between language and silence. Layered with scraps of paper or canvas, fragments of vintage dictionary entries, pressed flowers and tape, these charcoal figures appear as if surfacing through memory itself: half-resolved, lingering on the edge of abstraction. Each piece reads as a confession pressed between pages of a scrapbook. Identity here is fragile — something we construct or inherit, and constantly push against.

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