My work begins where the whole history of images collapses. I dissolve my identity in the machine and receive thousands of simulations, mostly hollow digital illusions shaped by control and statistics. I choose what will resist erasure: wounds, halos, shadows. By choosing, I take back control. My time, my sensitivity and oil give weight, sense, and breath to what was only digital noise. Each brushstroke fights against disappearance – a way of saying: this existed, this hurt, this survived. This is my new iconography. Not portraits, but fragile states of being: transition, rupture, survival, becoming. Fragments of me that rise from the unconscious into the light. In them, I see not only myself, but also what is archetypal – forms that belong to all of us, fragments of a time searching for its own face.