See Me Through
April 15th
See Me Through
We are constantly exposed, yet rarely seen.
We live in a time where desire is instant and connection is negotiable. Almost like a contract.
Where bodies meet, but rarely understood.
Where intimacy is shared but not kept.
We learned how to leave but we don't know how to stay.
We scroll,
swipe,
like,
and move on.
Choice replaces commitment.
Access replaces effort.
Attention replaces devotion.
And still we ache, quietly longing for something real.
Some call it boundaries, but often it is simply avoidance, the habit of running from the very feelings that ask for courage.
Some call this connection.
Some mistake it for pleasure.
Some even call it passion.
But it is neither.
Because real intimacy is not consumption.
It is a risk.
It needs an effort.
It demands time.
It is about the quiet act of daring to stay, to choose, to belong to one.
Without an exit strategy.
And these are the very things, we are no longer willing to give.
Without giving what can one truly receive?
Without risking, what can one truly desire?
This collection explores the quiet longing for real connection for love that is present, attentive, and deeply embodied. It reflects on what it means to crave intimacy in a time where relationships are accelerated, fragmented, fleeting and replaceable.
The drawings focused on zoomed fragments of the female body not as objects, but as landscapes of memory. Cropped, partially concealed, and suspended in space, they appear almost abstract. They feel like still frames from an old film, a single moment stretched beyond time. A scene remembered, but never fully possessed.
The square format, surrounded by emptiness, creates distance. The negative space acts as silence, the space between two people, the absence that defines longing. What is shown is intimate, yet incomplete. Something once felt, now unreachable.
Drawn in charcoal and carbon pencil, the surfaces carry texture and remain vulnerable marked by pressure, by erasure, by the residue of touch. The dust settles into the paper like something beyond control, evoking something real and human. In monochrome, color disappears, leaving only feeling. The tones feel like memory itself, slightly present, slightly distant. Sharp edges feel deliberate, as a photograph or a film still, capturing a moment frozen in time, never remembered as fully and never entirely tamed.
Each piece comes in two sizes 30x30 cm and 50x50 cm, entirely drawn by hand. They are not reproductions or prints, but repeated acts of presence. Each piece remains unique, holding its own texture, pressure, and breath.
This collection is not about exposure.
It is about vulnerability.
It’s about soul and body.
It is about the deepest human desire.
To be seen by the other.
This collection lives in the space between touch and absence, a quiet poetry of memory and longing.
To remind you that what we lost is what we were created from.
Love,
Sera
