In Spain, I started to breathe again for the first time in a long while. The sea, the palms, the sun… it all healed me a little, reminded me of something familiar. But it wasn’t a return. It was an escape, stretched over time. Odesa was still humming inside me, but the road kept going. I photographed simply, like taking notes to remember. About light and shadow, about loss, about how strange it is to live when your home is somewhere you can’t return to. And how the quiet around you doesn’t silence the war within.
