It begins with a whisper—you must be more.
More polished. More admired. More seen.
The whisper becomes a voice,
The voice becomes a scream,
And the scream wears your face.
This piece explores the internal machinery of modern desire—where identity is no longer built from within, but stitched together by endless performances for recognition.
The repeated mouths are not symbols of speech, but of hunger: a hunger to be validated, seen, applauded. But the more they are fed—with status, aesthetics, approval—the hungrier they grow. The self becomes fragmented, consumed by the very image it tries to uphold.
“It’s not ambition. It’s addiction”
There is no end—only more.
More masks. More mirrors. More mouths.
And in the center of it all, nothing but silence
Mona.A (Monova Studio)
