“Mask of Monarchy (M.O.M)” is a reclamation dressed in irony. Her jewels, once symbols of colonial wealth, are replaced with cowries, raw, sacred, and unapologetically hers. The red mask veils a quiet defiance, a strength forged in the shadows of empire. Each cowrie glints with history, speaking of stolen trade, lost tongues, and identities collected like trophies. The crown still rests, but its shine is hollow, built on the very cultures it tried to erase. Here, the sovereign is reimagined: adorned not by conquest, but by memory, resistance, and truth.