This portrait slams us with a brutal yellow—eyes erased, the soul ripped away, raw and exposed. The face hangs between being and vanishing, a twisted scream of silence, refusing easy meaning. We grasp at connection but hit a wall of blindness. Like fish hooked without knowing, we thrash in schemes that pull us under, caught and powerless. It’s violent, unsettling—an unflinching look at what hides beneath the surface, the fractured self screaming from inside its own erasure. [co-curation statements synthesis]