A shattered vase that breaks more than itself and recovers, if only on canvas, its former glory while simultaneously restoring a convalescent spirit that fades unnoticeable away. A claustrophobic routine that triggers the need for colour, for frills, for festivity, bringing back memories of sunny lands. Adding flowers that join in from a safe and beloved childhood garden. Elements that danced around a naked self that through her posture craves for a blissful estate of serendipity. The eagerness to fly, to look up, to break free. Using writing as an even louder component to escape from a persisting feeling of being trapped and becoming invisible.