A frieze of stark, graphite-scarred visages unfolds like an autopsy of identity, each head treated as a terrain where memory and abrasion leave their residue. The chiaroscuro is unforgiving—white paper becomes a cold light that exposes rather than consoles—while the repeated profiles and frontal masks create a rhythm of witness, confession, and erasure. Motifs of the handprint, the skull-like countenance, and the murmuring ornament beneath the skin suggest the body as archive: a place where violence, ritual, and inheritance are etched into being. In its cumulative procession, the work reads as a meditation on how the self is made and unmade by time, turning portraiture into a psychological document rather than a likeness.