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Lines cut like fractures across a darkened face, splintering identity into shards of memory. Beneath the geometry, faint lips burn red, and eyes, though closed, still carry the weight of silent witnesses. The canvas becomes both mask and mirror, fragile, broken, yet defiantly whole.

Aiman Fudda confronts the human condition through disruption, faces that dissolve under pressure, yet never vanish. The intersecting lines echo conflict, division, and the endurance of self within chaos.

This piece is both intimate and monumental in its stark power. It invites collectors to hold a fragment of the human struggle, distilled into a single haunting visage.