NEST OF ILLUSIONS

In this visuology the model is a walking contradiction. Both the nest and the bird, the guardian and the captive. Golden eggs cling to her skin like tiny riddles, wrapped in a fragile veil of glassy plastic, neither fully protected nor truly free. The canary on her shoulder tilts its head, a knowing glint in its eye, as if whispering secrets only she could understand. A companion, a conscience reminding her that not all eggs were meant to hatch.

*Large prints available on request