THE SILENT SCREAM

A silent scream rises from deep inside me—soundless, but deafening.

It reaches out into the world—to society, neighbors, lovers, children, even stray dogs.

My portraits carry the depth of emotions borrowed from friends, family, strangers, fleeting encounters—moments heavy with truth, stripped bare.

Out of five hundred faces, I chose five.

I draw them over and over again, obsessively, until each one reaches its 99th version.