The Face Of My Soul: Interstice II

Not every separation creates distance. Some leave two selves standing side by side, unable to meet. Interstice II explores the fragile boundary between identity and its echo. One face remains hollow, stripped of memory and expression, while the other carries the weight of time and experience. They exist in the same space, yet neither can fully recognize the other. The red line passing through them is not a wound, but a threshold. It marks the silent passage where identity begins to divide, where certainty gives way to absence, and where what is lost can never entirely return. Some fractures do not break us apart. They leave us forever searching for the version of ourselves that remained on the other side.