Mouth of Truth

They say Sissitrix never painted the same face twice. They are wrong.

I have painted one face five times—each iteration rubbed out of pitch-dark ground with chalk and desperation, each one a little wider at the mouth than the last.

Collectors whisper that the canvases remember. You stand still too long and the eyes shift, tracking you. You turn away and the lips part further, tasting the air you leave behind.

This is not repetition. This is progression. Your progression.

You feel the corners of your mouth tingle, then they stretch, then… study the art and you’ll understand. The series, known among those who own (or are owned by) the pieces as The Chorus, is not a gallery of individuals.

I painted a single, continuous scream stretched across five canvases, five cities, five lives. Each painting traps a soul who once asked—silently or aloud—for the truth to be let out. The Mouth of Truth does not judge desire, shame, or trauma. It simply opens wider until the confession can no longer be contained.

What begins as private ache becomes public roar. Sissitrix does not create art that hangs passively on walls. The paintings live, listen and they wait. They widen for those in need, remain silent to the blinkered. Understand your truth.

This is not horror.
This is mercy disguised as horror.

In a world that demands composure, repression, and closed mouths, The Chorus is a radical act of truth-telling. A vivid, collective scream.

Beautiful. Irreversible. Aching.

Welcome to The Chorus. Your voice was always part of it.

Mouth of Truth — Five stories, five cities.