I did not turn to art only in search of beauty, but because I was searching for a space. A space where no explanations are required, where exhaustion is not questioned, and pain is not measured by how...

There is a quiet idea we grow up believing without noticing: that life only begins after healing. That joy is postponed. Work is postponed. Love is postponed… until we “get better.” But what if that never fully happens?...

There are many moments when words don’t fail me because there are too few of them, but because there are too many—more than I can carry. They crowd inside me, intertwine, grow heavy, then fall one by one...