A face is the surface a viewer thinks they already know. That familiarity is where the work begins.

These portraits do not record likenesses. They emerge through sustained pressure. Marks built, erased, and reworked until a presence takes hold.

Ink spreads, resists, and settles on its own terms. Colour accumulates past control. What form it takes is not predetermined but discovered through the act of making.

The result is both specific and unresolved. A figure that feels known but cannot be fixed.

I do not know who I am drawing until the drawing tells me.