Ecuba

In my work, Hecuba is not merely the queen of Troy defeated by war; she becomes the emblem of the wounded woman, violated, stripped of her voice. The fraying threads of the canvas resemble torn skin, a fabric no longer able to shield—bearing witness to violence that shatters, ripping away fragments of identity and dignity. Yet it is precisely in that unraveling, in those absences, that memory and resistance emerge. Hecuba’s gaze is not one of resignation: it is the silent cry of all women who, yesterday as today, carry the weight of violence, yet transform their wounds into testimony.