Portraits of what fades, fragments of what persists.

In this series, the face is not a finished image, but a threshold. Each portrait resists totality — it suggests a presence in constant erosion. We are invited to inhabit what is missing, rather than what is shown.

The flowers, far from ornamental, are interruptions. They bloom as layers — sometimes fragile, sometimes defiant — overlaying the skin like memory, trauma, or tenderness refusing to vanish. They are not metaphors, but materials of the emotional landscape: organic textures that speak of cycles, silence, and survival.

These works trace a poetics of incompletion. A study of identity as shifting matter, and of beauty as something that often hides in what was not meant to last. What remains is not the whole, but the echo — fragments suspended between disappearance and resilience.