I Am the Title We live surrounded by noise. Relationships, dependencies, problems, social media, war, politics, economics — an endless stream of images, information, expectations, and voices competing for our attention. They are part of our reality, shaping our days and, often without us noticing, shaping the way we see ourselves. And yet, there are moments when we need distance. Not an escape from the world, but a step back from it. A brief pause in which the noise recedes and something quieter becomes perceptible: the self. I Am the Title emerges from these moments. The series explores the relationship we have with ourselves — with self-confidence, inner freedom, self-acceptance, and the conscious decision to turn our attention inward. At the centre of the works is the act of looking. Looking at oneself, while at the same time looking inward. It is a moment of self-observation: a quiet encounter with one’s own image, one’s own presence, and everything that exists beneath the surface. The works ask what happens when our sense of self is no longer dependent on the presence, attention, or approval of others. To be alone, in this context, does not mean to be lonely. Solitude becomes a space of freedom. A space in which we can remain with ourselves without having to perform, explain, or become someone else. A space in which we can discover our own individuality, accept ourselves, and simply experience the freedom of being. The figures in my works inhabit this space of self-encounter. They are not portraits in the traditional sense. The face and the body become vessels for something less tangible — an emotion, a tension, a memory, a thought, a state of being. Their gaze is not searching for an external observer. It turns inward, toward the self. Through an expressionist visual language, I allow forms to shift, lines to break, and colours to move beyond the boundaries of physical reality. The line does not have to describe. It can hesitate, disappear, return, or remain unfinished. Because the inner world is never completely defined. It changes. It contradicts itself. It remains in motion. Colour, too, follows feeling rather than reality. At times it becomes quiet and restrained; at others, it collides, vibrates, or creates a sense of unease. The colours and forms become emotional rather than descriptive — traces of something that cannot always be expressed through words. The gaze, the posture, the hands, and the silence of the figures become traces of an inner state. Through these fragments, something invisible begins to take form. I am interested in this threshold — the moment when what is outside becomes distant enough for what is inside to become visible. Perhaps this distance lasts only a few seconds. Perhaps it is nothing more than a breath. But within that small space, something changes. For a moment, there is no need to perform, to explain, or to seek confirmation from anyone else. There is only the quiet awareness of being. I Am the Title is ultimately about the decision to define one’s own story. To be comfortable with oneself. To accept oneself. To be enough for oneself. And to recognise that solitude can be not a lack, but a form of freedom — a necessary space in which we can pause, come closer to ourselves, and discover who we are beyond the gaze of others. A moment of distance. A moment of self-encounter. A moment of freedom. A moment in which I am the title.