[widow] read it: not as a figure of grief, but as a woman who has outlived the structure that once defined her — and is now fully in control of her solitude, style, and silence.

Set inside a First Republic villa — a space built for order, tradition, and public image — the work looks at what happens when those systems lose their purpose. What once required restraint becomes choice. What was meant to impress becomes something lived in.

The woman who stays behind is not abandoned. She is no longer shaped by the roles that once gave the house its meaning, defined by her man. Elegance here is not about being seen or approved of, but about living on one’s own terms, own self expression and decision. 

This work is not about mourning what is gone, but about living within what remains — a woman who stays not feeling alone as she was left behind, but because she no longer belongs to the roles that once defined her.

She just finally got the chance, to be truly free again.