Inner Reckoning
Sometimes the loudest voices are the ones that go unheard. This image peers through the veil of darkness into a fleeting moment of exposure—raw, unguarded, and deeply human. A hand lifts, not to shield, but to reveal the weight of emotion too heavy to speak. The eye, sharpened by shadow, carries a quiet defiance, a story too layered for words. This is not a portrait of a person—it is a portrait of presence, of survival, of something felt more than seen.
Inner Reckoning
Sometimes the loudest voices are the ones that go unheard. This image peers through the veil of darkness into a fleeting moment of exposure—raw, unguarded, and deeply human. A hand lifts, not to shield, but to reveal the weight of emotion too heavy to speak. The eye, sharpened by shadow, carries a quiet defiance, a story too layered for words. This is not a portrait of a person—it is a portrait of presence, of survival, of something felt more than seen.