Heavy Flowers, Faces That SpeaknnThis digital collage is a blend of times and emotions: a woman from another era, dressed in a kimono overflowing with flowers, holds the scene like an altar. I've placed my own face over her face, almost like an echo traveling through time, a gesture to inhabit her skin and intertwine our stories. It's not an exact portrait; it's a fusion of presences, one layer upon another, an attempt to understand who I am through what was.nnThe red and fuchsia flowers that cover her dress aren't just an ornament: they weigh heavily. Each one carries an emotion, a story, a hidden wound. Floating around her, the drawn demons appear like trapped thoughts: they don't seek to frighten, they only remind us that we are also what we keep silent.nnHeavy Flowers, Faces That Speak is an act of embroidering memory: of taking what hurts, what burns, what grows, and letting it all coexist in a single image. A way of saying that we are many at the same time, that each stroke is a dialogue with the women who came before us, with those who will come after us, and with those we carry within us.