This drawing began with a profound realisation that my scar and my late mother’s scar are bound together, hers running the length of her spine from a childhood surgery, mine across my head from one of my own. For weeks, I considered drawing both our scars connected, but instead I chose to leave hers absent. That absence has become the work itself, the tension between body and memory, between the physical wound and the emotional one.

 

In leaving her scar out, I felt the weight of grief. How it lingers in what cannot be seen, in what resists being drawn. The drawing has become a vessel for this conflict inside me, a way to mark the conversation between what heals, what remains, and what can never fully be shown.