In this series of portraits, we do not encounter people, but what of them survives beyond their own passing. Not faces, but traces: fragments of joy suspended in the air, shadows of pain that find no place to settle, echoes of suffering that dissolve yet leave a subtle tremor behind.

These images are born not from the body, but from its absence; not from presence, but from the uncertain memory that remains once everything else has faded.

The collection explores the precise moment in which memory begins to distort reality. Expressions break into incomplete gestures, features unravel into silhouettes that evade definition, and what remains is never a truth but the emotional residue we have held onto. Here, memory reveals its inherent fragility: it does not preserve faithfully, but translates, recomposes, distorts, until every face becomes an emotional landscape rather than a person.

Each work is a temporary body made of intimacy and distance. These are fleeting encounters that left a thin crack in the skin, conversations interrupted too soon, relationships that left a mark but did not endure. Portraits of what has become entangled within us, like threads we no longer know how to loosen.

These figures live not as they were, but as we remember them: imperfect, elusive, unresolved. They return to the imagination without asking permission, ghostlike yet insistent, sometimes more real than the individuals they allude to. In them we find the most fragile essence of human experience: impermanence.

The collection becomes a meditation on the emotional persistence of others within us. An act of listening to absence. An archive of connections that no longer exist yet continue to shape who we are.

It portrays what remains, what resists, what keeps coming back,

not because it asks to be remembered, but because we never truly learned how to let it go.