I Am the Cry No One Hears

The face of a woman melts into pigments, as if her sorrow unravels her quietly. There’s no shape left to hold the pain. Watercolor absorbs her; color undoes her.

I Am the Cry No One Hears is a portrait of unseen sorrow, of pain that doesn’t ask for rescue—only space. This piece doesn’t illustrate emotion. It lets it breathe in silence, like tears suspended in the air.