Over the past year, in 2023, I've made my way back to the church in the village where I spent my childhood, In the Sundays I tried to capture the profound stillness and the eloquent void left by absent worshippers over the years. Delicate boundary between the solemnity of prayer and the echo of mortality, where empty pews whisper stories of solitary reflection. This series is a homage to the silent dialogue between life and the divine, a poetic exploration of the spaces that cradle both solace and solitude.
