“Once I grew teeth, he saw an enemy.” These words remain etched in the pages of my childhood journal and tucked away beneath the cushion of my twin bed. My early years were steeped in a paradox: life painted in shades of pink and pain, as I navigated the complexities of girlhood while enduring the torment of abuse at the hands of my narcissistic biological father. Over the past seven years, I have come to understand that healing is not found in turning away from the past, but in moving through it, allowing its shadows to speak and, in doing so, transforming them. This work revisits that terrain, reconstructing fragments of my childhood into visual narrative.

These works operate as both archive and exorcism. They merge memory with material, turning what was once hidden into something seen, tangible, and ultimately reclaimed. A series of watercolor and charcoal pieces along with two installation pieces work together to create a window into my childhood. Through this process, I explore how pain can become language—and how art is a tool through which silence finally dissolves into voice. In the end, what remains is the trace of  His Daughter.