Held Together
That quiet moment when becoming feels heavier than staying the same.
There is a moment in adolescence where silence becomes louder than words.
Where thoughts pile up behind the eyes, and the world feels too heavy to answer all at once.
This portrait is about that in-between space, caught between who you were and who you are becoming. The hands aren’t hiding the face as much as they are holding everything together. The gaze remains steady, searching, unresolved. Not defeated, just listening.
Growing up is rarely loud or dramatic. More often, it is internal. A quiet negotiation with doubt, expectation, and identity. This image lives in that pause, where strength hasn’t fully formed yet, but neither has surrender.
Held Together
That quiet moment when becoming feels heavier than staying the same.
There is a moment in adolescence where silence becomes louder than words.
Where thoughts pile up behind the eyes, and the world feels too heavy to answer all at once.
This portrait is about that in-between space, caught between who you were and who you are becoming. The hands aren’t hiding the face as much as they are holding everything together. The gaze remains steady, searching, unresolved. Not defeated, just listening.
Growing up is rarely loud or dramatic. More often, it is internal. A quiet negotiation with doubt, expectation, and identity. This image lives in that pause, where strength hasn’t fully formed yet, but neither has surrender.