Size: 36in x 24in 
Medium: Oil on Canvas
Year: 2023
There was a time when silence felt like safety. When keeping everything in was the only way I knew how to survive. This piece is about that time. It shows the pressure of too many voices, too many expectations, and too many hands trying to shape who I was supposed to be. You see the red at the bottom, not as decoration but as warning. The red hand is different. Maybe it is mine. Maybe it is the one that finally says enough. This is not about silence for the sake of peace. It is about survival. And the slow process of learning how to speak for yourself when you have spent years being spoken for.