She learned early that not everything needs a voice.

Some things arrive as a pulse — felt before understood.

There is a rhythm moving through her, a quiet signal woven between breath and stillness.

It doesn’t ask to be named.

It lingers, half-hidden, carrying its weight in what it withholds.

What remains unseen listens closely. And when the moment is right, the frequency finds its way through.

Spray paint, ink and acrylic on wooden board 100 × 140 × 2 cm, in black frame

Currently exhibited at Inkfinity Tattoo Studio