WELCOME TO THE EXHIBITION
INSIDE THE EXHIBITION
You enter a quiet space.
Light filters through a small window.
Everything feels still, but full of something unspoken.
A guided journey through the space
This exhibition was built as a mirror of the book.
Visitors were invited to move through the space the same way they would turn the pages of a book, one chapter at a time.
The gallery was designed as a physical reflection of the process, from silence, paralysis, and fear to healing.
The work was divided into two rooms, each telling a different part of the story.
1 Room – From Silence to Survival
Black and white photographs, narrative fragments, and stillness.
The first room displayed the black and white photographs that follow the structure of the book. Each wall guided you through a different emotional chapter: paralysis, shame...
Some images were accompanied by small pieces of text, personal reflections and shared truths.
The final wall, the only one touched by sunlight, marked the transition to colour. That soft light was no coincidence: it marked the beginning of healing.
2 Room – A Safe Place to Feel
The second space offered a more immersive, meditative experience.
A projector displayed the photographs in video format, accompaniedby a curated selection of songs.
Each song brought a different layer of emotion.
A way to feel the story through rhythm, not words.This room was designed as a safe space. A place to sit, to breathe, to process without pressure.
The Healing Wall – Process on Display
My healing. Our healing.
Along one wall, I displayed the very objects that helped me heal.
Mirrors used in therapy. The same ones that appear in the photos.Pages from my portfolio. Notes from the beginning.
Test prints. Photoshoots. Studio mess. It was important to show not just the final work, but the mess, the learning, the moments in between.
The Final Wall ... You Spoke Too
A wall left open for you. At the very end, there was a blank wall with a message: “We’re here to listen. We believe you.”
What happened next was beyond anything I could have imagined.
Visitors started writing. Notes of pain. Of sisterhood. Of gratitude. Of courage.
The wall became a collective voice.
A conversation.
A mirror.
