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In this work, I am not looking for facial features as much as I am looking for the trace of a human being. The body here is not an anatomical representation, but an emotional space that is reworked through color and erasure. The face is missing, not because it is absent, but because it is redundant; what matters is the state that precedes definition, the moment when a person is before being named.

The composition relies on a soft flow between the blocks, where the boundary between inside and outside dissolves. Color is not a description, but a silent tension: Blue creates isolation, green hints at an unfinished life, and pink opens up the fragility of the body as a living memory. White appears as a luminous void, an untouched area, or perhaps a trace of a deliberate erasure.

In the “Lost Faces” series, I don't present characters, but rather human situations suspended between appearances and disappearances. This work approaches the idea of metamorphosis: A body takes shape, disappears, and then reappears in another form. It is not about the loss of identity, but about its fluidity.

Drawing here is not an answer, but an attempt to keep the question open:

Who are we when our features disappear?