I create at the edge of the ledge, from that place where belonging becomes uncertain and the body learns to inhabit instability.

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I am a migrant woman, and in that transit I have learned to see with a different sensitivity: to recognize the traces of those who arrive holding a dream in their hands and end up carrying something much heavier. I have seen how promises dissolve, how language becomes a barrier, how the lack of knowledge of one’s rights opens cracks where vulnerability settles.

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These images emerge fromwhat I listen to, fromwhat I observe, fromwhat I cannot ignore.

Bodies that float, that fragment, that barely hold themselves together.

Landscapes that do not have a clear origin, that seem suspended in an uncertain time.

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Traces that speak, but also remain silent.

I develop this proposal through the fluidity of water, because water does not remain fixed: it expands, escapes, leaves marks. Like the migrant experience, which cannot be contained in a single form. Each stain is an attempt to remain, each diffuse edge is a story that has not yet finished

being told.

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I am drawn to fragility, but also to the possibility of transformation.

It unsettles me to normalize other people’s realities.

It disturbs me how easily certain lives become invisible.

I paint bodies that resist.

I paint memories that insist.

I paint what should never have disappeared.

Being in transit is not a destination.

It is a collective journey, a way to speak more honestly and visibly about a

reality lived by many people moving through uncertainty.

Uncertainty, unfortunately, for many migrants, is also a dignified way to

keep moving forward.