UNSPOKEN

This is a series of my self-portraits, very personal to me. This year, I experienced two miscarriages. In one of the photos, only the reflection of a plant is visible, symbolizing the little that remains within me—memories, and sensations. I wanted to address the experience of grieving in society based on personal encounters. Society tends to keep death and sorrow in their true intuitive form out of sight. So much grief is veiled in the silence of personal memories that, at any given moment, it can only manifest as feelings impossible to express in words. "I lost. I was full of fear... My healing depended on my honesty, not yours. I strive to stand in my truth every day. I'm just a beautiful mess. Grief is messy; it has no rules, no steps, no map, and no right path for everyone! It's not my business how you grieve; my job is to love you and be with you. Maintaining confidentiality during grief today is a whole different thing than hiding your grief. Grief is sacred. If I want to be alone, it's not harmful to my health. It's normal to grieve in my way."