Charcoal, graphite, and layered textures became tools of survival, raw, immediate, and unfiltered.

 

It becomes a voice. Line becomes emotion. The figures emerge fragmented, stretched, or collapsing, caught in a space between resistance and surrender.

 

Darkness here is not the absence of light, but its distortion, refracted through emotion, memory, and silence. This work is not meant to soothe; it’s meant to release. To ask. To expose.

It stands as a visual record of rupture and the fragile forms that arise in its wake.

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These pieces do not offer resolution. They offer a mirror to the chaos within.