we wear them quietly-shapes that shift with the hour, smiles that twitch under pressure, horns that grows in silence.
Each mask in this collection is a mirror to the unspoken: the double gaze of a soul split between who we are and who we must be; the prison of performance; the abstract lines where thought and fear collide.
These portraits do not beg for identity- they question it. each face is a vessel, fractured, veiled, or armored , yet pulsing with the same current: " i see you. i hold you" even when you cannot speak.
In black in white, they reveal the grayscale truth: that beneath every gesture lie a wound, beneath every mask a living, breathing, trembling face waiting to be met.
