Can you still hear me

breath, silence, holding

I feel it in my chest first.

Then in my throat.

I think this is the moment
when I should scream.

But I don’t.

I push the scream into the bag instead.

One bag is not enough.

So I fill another one.

And another.

Each bag holds a scream
I never let out.

Slowly the house changes shape.

There is less space to move.

Less space to breathe.

At night the bags look alive.

Sometimes I think they are listening.

Sometimes I think they are breathing for me.

The screams stay trapped inside the plastic.

Inside the house.

Inside me.

I keep collecting them.

I keep everything inside.

I do not scream

I keep it inside

can you still hear me

This project is about a scream that never comes out. Instead of screaming, I keep it inside transparent plastic bags. Each bag becomes a place for emotions I cannot say out loud. I repeat the same gesture many times. Slowly there are more and more bags. They begin to fill the house, like the things I keep inside myself. I am interested in the moment between tension and silence, between the need to release something and the attempt to keep it trapped inside the body. An important part of the project is also the text that appears between the images. It works more like an internal monologue than an explanation of the photographs. Together with the images, it creates a story about held breath, silence, and emotions that remain unspoken.