I began this series during a period of living far from home, when the familiar felt distant. Loneliness settled in slowly, shaping the way I experienced my surroundings and the way I understood myself. A Silent Life grew from that solitude, from the feeling of being suspended between identities, belonging everywhere and nowhere at once. Absence becomes a presence of its own, how a person can drift between who they were and who they’re becoming.

These images sit in that in-between. They follow the moments where identity feels fluid, where life feels both fragile and strangely beautiful. Instead of running from emptiness, the series leans into it. Not as something tragic, but as the space where meaning begins to take shape.