With shops closed and paper unavailable, I was forced to reuse the same sheets, erasing previous drawings and working over the traces they left behind. Each portrait was drawn from quiet, unposed moments captured by my computer during ordinary tasks.

The layered marks became part of the process, a record of time, of uncertainty, and of the evolving relationship between material, memory, and self. Each drawing holds a conversation with the surface, shaped by touch, mood, and the quiet rhythm of isolation.