Sunflowers

Inside each of us is a delicate balance between the phototropic urge for light and the digital noise of the inner world. Half of the face - dissolved in rhythmic lines and blue spectra - is like a symbol of the inaudible frequency on which we broadcast to the world, remaining ununderstood. The other half is naked organics: seeds under the skin, silence under the eyelids. The sunflowers here are not just flowers - they look away from where the sun is no longer. But they continue to stretch.

This is a portrait of resilience. Not to be broken by someone who has learned to grow through the noise.