They are reflections. Childlike in form, but ancient in feelings-
each one an echo of something hidden, something we weren’t allowed to say when we were told to be good, quiet, pretty, and polite.
They grin, they gnarl, they twist- not because they are evil, but because they are true.
This collection asks: what lives beneath the mask of normalcy? what if the grotesque is just the misunderstood poetry of an unloved feeling?
Those monsters are not here to scare you- they are here to free you. To say :
here i am. Messy, sacred, laughing in your rules.And maybe...you'll recognise yourself in the wild curl of a mouth, or the way their eyes never ask permission to exist.
