For me, fragility is about hypersensitivity. As a child, I was exactly like that. Reacted to the sounds, smells, mood of other people, cried a lot.As I grew older, I began to think that this is some kind of flaw, because it is really difficult to live like this and at any moment you seem to break down, because you are fragile, and you need to rest from all irritants, because you can get physically sick. After I went to therapy, I began to cherish my fragility as a special gift that allows me to experience the world and everything in it and express it in art. Subtly feel people. I learned when to switch off and go back into my shell for a rest.Now, during the war, it is difficult for me, because I cannot completely isolate myself from negativity, the feeling of danger does not go away, but on the other hand, I am gradually learning to function in a different way and take care of my physical shell. These historical times bring me back to important existential concepts. Such as death, love, loneliness. The same events and feelings before which every person becomes fragile and insecure, especially in such stormy times. What is there, beyond the border? Will we meet everyone we loved? Did we really live? How to live in the moment when you don't know what will happen tomorrow? Will love withstand new challenges and will old traumas resurface, or will you walk the same path together? Are we really lonely even among people and no one understands us?A photo card with a Polaroid on all collages symbolizes a bright moment of life, the most important, the strongest emotion, the flight of the soul. When we open up to others and the world, when we are real. Strong, but vulnerable and fragile at the same time. The real ones. The cat is considered a guide to another world. The boy in the girl's head in the work about loneliness is her inner self, with whom she can always talk. The raven is often a companion of gods and heroes on their journey, so I decided to add it here as well, it is also often identified with death, and before death and birth we are always alone.
