Belong to myself (2024)

A figure stripped of roles, seated in its own silence. The hands, sculpted by experience and longing, hold the body as if to remind it that it belongs to them. Beside it, the classical head of Hygeia — the goddess of Health — serves as both symbol and irony. A rotary phone rests absurdly atop her head, creating a surreal dissonance. Health, often treated as a distant ideal, is now caught in a ridiculous attempt at communication — as if waiting for instructions, or a diagnosis, from a disconnected line.
Here, no answers are expected from the other end of the line. The dialogue begins and ends within us. The body belongs to the one who inhabits it. The thought, the stillness, the posture — all testify that we need no explanations outside ourselves in order to exist. We belong to ourselves. And in embracing even the absurd, we find coherence — and a quiet kind of truth.