Echoes of a Quiet Mind
This project is born from the weight of overthinking, from the restless noise that never leaves even in silence. It is about being lost inside my own head — circling thoughts, open wounds, and the childhood traumas that still echo in the present.
The photographs are fragments of that inner landscape: blurred windows, fractured reflections, moments that feel both distant and too close. They hold the tension between numbness and chaos, the quiet of standing still while everything inside is shaking.
Echoes of a Quiet Mindis not about answers or resolutions. It is about naming the in-between — the space where memory collides with fear, where loneliness lingers even in company, where time feels suspended. Through this work, I try to give shape to the intangible weight of thought, to the feeling of being here but not fully present, waiting for the light to change. This is an ongoing project.
These words rise from the quiet chaos within, where overthinking turns silence into storms:
The blur outside the window feels familiar — like a dream I’ve had before.
Is it judgment day?
What if I’m not ready? Or is it a dream?
What if my world falls down? Or not?
The sky cracks, the ground shakes. And me? I’m just here, blinking. Numb.
I forgot what stillness feels like. Even in silence, my mind screams and doesn’t give me any rest.
I’m never alone but often lonely
Do you remember that day when you looked at me like I wasn’t your son anymore? I do.
Why do I feel stuck to a red light forever?
Maybe I wasn’t ready. Maybe I never would be. But who’s keeping score?
Will I once make something right?
When the pages of my life are read… will I be proud of the story? Will they?
Let it come or don’t. I’m too tired to care either way.
Everything feels distant. I’m here, quiet, and fine with not knowing where this is going.
