Oil on Panel
48 x 48 in. / 121.92 x 121.92 cm

A typewriter transformed into an altar of testimony, its steel bones fused with horn-handled knives and crowned with the skull of a crow. The Witness sits in grim silence, a relic of storytelling sharpened by violence and memory. The yellowed keys, like teeth, beg to speak, but the beak guards the truth. It is both tool and totem, scribe and sentinel.

Every part of this machine bears a history not just written, but carved, gouged, and etched into its form. It doesn’t ask for your story, it demands it. Words are no longer passive; they’re hunted, gutted, and pinned to the page.

This is the place where narrative meets ritual. Where the writer becomes confessor, and the machine, judge.