it's about everything I had to become, and everything I had to leave behind Each figure here carries a fragment of me. They’re not just forms; they’re the echoes of past attempts, of identities tried on and let go, of silent battles won or lost. Some are reaching. Some are still. Others have already fallen. All of them lived inside my process Over time, as I kept creating, I began to recognize them. Characters I once drew to express doubt came back in moments of clarity. Some persisted. Some disappeared. But they all contributed to this strange, personal mythology, the invisible structure behind my body of work. This image is that structure made visible. It’s not about triumph. It’s about continuity. About what stays, what fades, and the few parts of us that still rise...