A gathering of silent faces, identical and hollow-eyed.
Red threads fall from above, passing through lips and hands—
binding the figures in quiet complicity.
Each mask holds a secret.
Each gesture suggests surrender or control.
“Conclave” is a meditation on power, conformity, and the fragile lines that connect us—
where individuality dissolves, and silence becomes collective.
A gathering of silent faces, identical and hollow-eyed.
Red threads fall from above, passing through lips and hands—
binding the figures in quiet complicity.
Each mask holds a secret.
Each gesture suggests surrender or control.
“Conclave” is a meditation on power, conformity, and the fragile lines that connect us—
where individuality dissolves, and silence becomes collective.
