In Silvy I saw a mosaic of pieces scattered around the house and the more I tried to compose it the more I found a landscape that reflected my mood.

I’m Silvy.

Finding one’s place in the world is becoming more utopian every day.

Why is it so difficult to keep the promises we make to ourselves?

Maybe because making mistakes makes us free, free to try again and again.

Free from the heaviest bond and expectation, the one with oneself.

Because in front of our monster we don’t think of facing it or running away, in front of the monster we stand still, we pretend to be dead.