There are things that never truly disappear.
They change shape. They soften, sometimes… but they remain.
In a gaze.
In a barely perceptible tension.
In the way one inhabits their own body differently.
This piece speaks of those invisible imprints,
the ones we don’t show,
yet quietly transform us.
What you see here is not the wound itself,
but what it becomes over time.
A memory.
A texture.
A presence.
And maybe even… a new way of feeling.
Because in the end,
what remains is not always what hurt the most,
but what left the deepest mark.
top of page
$465.00Price
Related Products
bottom of page
















