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There is a silence that only time leaves behind.

In this series, fragments of drawn faces emerge from concrete slabs—partially erased, partially preserved. These works are not about portraiture, but about memory: its fading, its weight, its remains.

The textures are layered, scratched, revealed. Each surface holds the tension between presence and erosion, echoing the way time touches a body, a wall, a life.

Here, the human trace is ghostlike—intimate, but unreachable.