NUMBNESS

Vision exists, but focus does not. You are awake, yet the world arrives blurred—visually, mentally, emotionally. I told psychiatrists I could not see properly; they told me to “fight,” as if effort could override a body that had ceased to respond. Survival began with the impossible task of getting out of bed. This wasn’t laziness, but incapacity—the collapse of initiation itself. Standing up felt like crossing centuries of weight. This blurred world is not a metaphor. It is a perceptual reality from which many never return. The only word that holds it is NUMBNESS. This series, NUMBNESS, confronts that state directly. It challenges those who dismissed my previous work as “decorative,” a label that reveals their distance from the void. If this is the world as seen from the inside—weighty, unreachable, and blurred—how, exactly, would you decorate it?