Between Silence and Light

Home, for me, has never been about geography. It is the freedom to breathe, to speak, to belong to simply exist without fear.

I keep searching for this feeling, this condition of being. Home is not a fixed point but something I keep building, piece by piece, wherever I go. It lives in small, invisible things the courage to create, the tenderness to trust, the quiet moments where I can rest, dream, and just be.

In some parts of the world, safety and freedom are invisible foundations of life. But where I come from, they are fragile dreams we hold close, rare, fleeting, yet full of meaning. That fragility drives me to notice, to hold, to document.

Through my work, I seek the stillness between moments spaces where time slows enough for me to feel my own presence. These places become mirrors, reflecting not just where I am, but who I am becoming.

My practice is an act of hope a reminder that freedom and safety are living conditions we must nurture and protect, so that we may continue to make space for belonging, even if only for a moment.