She sits in stillness, layered from scraps of fabric, paper, and shadow. There’s a calmness to her shape—but not peace. Her hands rest lightly, her shoulders draw in. She looks just past you, like she’s trying to stay somewhere inside herself. You can’t name what she’s feeling, but it’s there, held behind her eyes, in the corners of her mouth.

The soft tones around her seem to mute the space, like she’s surrounded by air too thick to speak through. Her body, built from fragile materials, holds itself steady. She’s not broken—just waiting. There is strength in that stillness, in the choice to stay composed when everything underneath is shifting.

This collage was made in a waiting room. The moment is caught in layers—of paper, of time, of everything that can’t be said aloud.