BRACES: A VISUAL ESSAY BY CHEN LIN

The mouth becomes a small theatre of obedience, metal guiding bone, the body learning to comply with an invisible script. What feels like self-improvement shades into something else: the soft machinery of discipline, the gentle fabrication of a docile body. Here, in the tension between intention and compulsion, free will warps into a quiet illusion, and the teeth move into place as if by their own remembering.