Nadiney

When existence is already resistance, expression becomes a radical act, and to dim, to adapt, to endure, becomes a way to keep going. But silence is never empty. It stores. It gathers. It hums beneath the surface, waiting for the day the dam breaks to pour out in any possible way, what can’t be told. When all seemed dark, this creation was my way to find some light; it let me express something somehow, it turned the sorrow into a healing journey, to recover from the harsh reality where one is not allowed to express what they stand for, where one can´t be human or support humanity. Here, I share pieces born from silence, memory, and resistance