A subtle, almost elusive transition from survival to the return of sensitivity.
The moment when a person first notices a load that has long become a part of the body, and — perhaps — first thinks about letting it go.
The heroine seems to carry the shell of — heavy, alien, but tightly fused with her back. He does not look aggressive, but his presence is felt in everything: in her posture, in the tilt of her head, in the frozen expression of her face.
This shell isn't just a — defense, it's an experience, an injury, perhaps years of needing to be "strong." It grew from within because it was once safer.
From the series: The Place Where I Hide
Oil, canvas, 2025.





