This mirror is no longer a place of vanity, but of truth.

Uncomfortable. Perhaps painful. But honest.

In a world fractured by war, by division and by silence, this work stands like a suspended question.

A cross-shaped stretcher, bound, hung, with a mirror placed precisely where the heart would be.

The moment you look, you are seen. Not by others, but by yourself.

Can you look at yourself in the mirror these days?