Unsafe
Silken Warmth
Unsafe II
Vogue
42cm x 55cm
42cm x 55cm
During the moments of my depression, every day felt like walking on thin ice shrouded in fog. My dreams became a vessel for my emotions, filled with an intangible weight that pressed down relentlessly. One night, I dreamt of being trapped in an endless forest of silk, where delicate sheets of fabric hung from every direction. They wrapped around me—cool yet warm, soft yet suffocating—binding me in a way I couldn’t escape, but strangely didn’t want to entirely break free from.
Seemingly smooth and elegant, but inherently fragile and easily torn. It was weightless and silent, yet carried an overwhelming pressure. The fabric acted as both a barrier and a shield—protecting the most vulnerable parts of myself while keeping the outside light at bay. This duality made me realize that depression is not just pure anguish; it is a layered and intricate emotional state.