A triptych of blurred mouths, extracted and enlarged from a public apology by Z. during a U.S. Congressional hearing. The lips shift through three phases—tension, form, collapse—where sincerity becomes a visual question rather than a verbal one.
The work captures the impossibility of trust in digital-age confession. The apologies are pixelated, softened, stripped of tonality. The viewer is left to interpret: is this remorse, discomfort, performance?
By isolating the mouth and removing all other context, the piece distills the act of apology into pure ambiguity. It’s no longer about what was said, but whether saying it was ever enough.