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Monsters don’t sleep under your bed, they sleep inside your head.

This image, a page torn from my visual diary, tells this silent battle and captures the suffocating intimacy of that mental imprisonment. Wrapped in the darkness of black and white, like a child in the womb, in a fetal position: a desperate refuge from the inner chaos.

It is a visceral representation of vulnerability, anxiety, isolation, both self-imposed and created by ourselves.

The overwhelming weight of the mind on the body, where the folds of the black fabric act as walls of an immaterial prison, built by the fears that in every way prevent us from acting and end up paralyzing us.

This self-portrait is not just an exploration of the dark, but a silent cry for liberation. That faint glimmer of light that caresses me symbolises stubborn hope, the suspended wait for a moment when the mind will finally find peace.