Self Portraits

This body of work emerges from the fragmented architecture of the self: the voices, contradictions, impulses, and distortions that live inside my head. These are not metaphors; they are real forces. Conflicting thoughts, exaggerated flaws, alternate versions of myself. At times, they act like heteronyms; distinct, autonomous, and often in conflict.

The sculptures can be seen as their portraits. Each face, shaped in wire, carries a different tension: some scream, some twist, some stare blankly like masks of the dead. Expression becomes a language of psychological states. The deformity is not accidental, it mirrors the distortion of thought, the way the mind bends in on itself.

These are not decorative objects. They are extractions, attempts to translate internal chaos into something visible, raw, and honest. Each piece is a face I’ve worn, still wear, or fear I could become.