Tiny, precise, and quietly unhinged — these ink drawings trace the ways we contort ourselves to survive. Every face wears a mask. Every body splits at the seams.

Drawn at intimate scale, they reveal systems cracking under beauty, ritual, humor, and shame. Limbs blur into objects. Eyes multiply. Expressions fracture.

These are not portraits.
They are symptoms.

15 pieces in the collection. No prints available.

Originals available to Collectors only. Inquire directly.