Three images. One face. A story between breath and moment. In this emotional art series, I reveal what masks could not hide: hope, restlessness, silence. A triptych about feeling in uncertain times—honest, personal, intimate.

There is a moon. There are dark clouds. There is a bench. A wooden bench. It has been standing here for over sixty years. It is a beautiful bench. There is no elderly man sitting on the bench. Instead, there is a young man. He has been sitting on this bench for six days. And when one life ends, another comes along from somewhere else.

An unfortunate coincidence. An unintended transmission. Look away. Ignore it. Everything should stay as it is.
But secretly, a new danger has been born. It spreads quickly, invisibly, and affects everyone. The poor, the rich, and those in between. It will show those with great power what power means and how little power they really have.