This project was born from an old discomfort, but only found form when the body — finally — began to speak. A body that, for years, was shaped by obedience, guilt, and restraint. A body that served more to please than to exist.
The Body That Never Was is not merely a visual installation. It is a passage. Each frame carries fragments of a story interrupted, silenced, violated — but once told, it becomes a material of resistance.
These pieces are not illustrations of pain. They are gestures of defiance. They are symbolic bodies constructed from layers of memory, lived experiences, open wounds, and poorly healed scars. Within them, there are traces of abandonment, escape, abuse, and the absence of protection. But there is also something else: the impulse to persist.
The project arises from deeply personal stories, yet it offers a mirror in which other women may recognise their own paths — without fear, without shame, without the guilt inherited from centuries of silence. Here, art does not seek to console. It seeks to expose what was hidden, to name what was smothered, and to open space for other possible forms of existence.
More than a healing process, this project is a rite of insurgency against the mechanisms that perpetuate pain as destiny. Here, the wounded matter rises as discourse.
