This is the beginning. A collection shaped by silence, rhythm, and the stories that often go unseen. “The Story I’ll Tell” unfolds in two movements: the quiet resilience of women through the cycles of menstruation, and the unspoken weight carried by men under pressure.
These images are not declarations. They are invitations—to witness, to feel, to remember. Each frame holds tension and tenderness, echoing the emotional landscapes we rarely name.
Let this gallery be a sanctuary for reflection. A space where presence is enough, and storytelling begins in stillness.
Life Around Menstruation
“She moves through blood and breath, not broken but becoming. The rhythm is hers alone”
“The Story I’ll Tell…” is a fine art photographic series tracing the quiet, parallel journeys of a woman and a man. Through two evocative chapters—“Life Around Menstruation”, a conceptual meditation on the rhythms and emotional terrain of a woman’s cycle, and “A Man Under Pressure”, a visual exploration of male depression—the series confronts societal truths often buried in our subconscious. These themes walk beside us daily, unspoken yet deeply felt.
"Hemorrhage" The visualization of a woman’s discomfort during her period—a monthly nightmare cloaked in silence. The bathroom becomes her quiet stage, a space of uneasy refuge where pain softens and breath returns. It is here, behind closed doors, that she finds fleeting ease amid the storm of her own body.
"Frustration" Menstrual discomfort is dimensional—layered in physical pain, hormonal shifts, and psychological weight. It brings waves of frustration, mood swings, fatigue, and a quiet ache that lingers beneath the surface. It is not just a bodily experience, but an emotional terrain that reshapes her rhythm, her presence, her ease.
"It's my Blood" “I have no pads. But no matter my living conditions, menstruation comes—every month, without fail.” It is a recurring challenge, a private storm. Yet she endures. She adapts. She holds onto her dignity, even when comfort is out of reach. This is not just survival—it’s a quiet act of strength.
"My Nighty Dress" This piece advocates for women facing period poverty—those who bleed without access, without comfort, without shame. The nighty dress, hung with quiet pride, becomes a banner of dignity. In this space, breath matters more than certainty. Identity is not hidden—it hangs in plain sight. I live here and I have no shame. Fresh air runs into my lungs It is what matters. What about tomorrow? I've no clue. I have hope and dignity. My identity hangs there.
"Girls' Legacy" A mother's hands guide her daughter's passing down not just a pad, but a legacy. Pearls mark the quiet value of this ritual: dignity, care, and the wisdom of womanhood. In this moment, instruction becomes inheritance. I didn't see you coming The moment I first felt you inside me, I knew who you were, and I loved you, I still do. I didn't see you growing I saw your first steps, your first falls, I guided you. The seed that was in my inside is now blossoming. The sun over the horizon is shining, I turn the pages of our album I cherish our memories. Here you are my beautiful girl! The time of a new season is here; I must tell you the truth... It's time for me to pass the baton to you: Here is our girls' legacy
"Eden" This piece explores the emotional terrain of missed menstruation—where fear and hope intertwine. The absence of bleeding can signal anxiety, but also the beginning of life. Seeds and gold flakes evoke fertility, transformation, and the sacred rhythm of waiting. The poem speaks to the quiet counting, the lunar pull, and the moment Eden arrives.
Let’s talk about it: "Our identity revealed". It’s time I told you the truth of your identity—where you come from, and where you’re going. I could have kept it hidden, tucked beneath silence and shadow. But one day, the mystery would have surfaced. And when it did, I wanted you to hear it from me.
"The Winner" Created a year after the other pieces in Life Around Menstruation, this final work emerged from a quiet realization: something was missing between the bleeding and Eden. What was absent was the race for life—the emotional urgency that unfolds when menstruation halts, not as failure, but as a signal. The Winner honors that tension: the body’s silent alarm, the strength it takes to wait, and the quiet triumph of survival. It closes the series with dignity reclaimed, marking not just an ending, but a reckoning. We are 1, 10, 100, 1000, millions. We are tiny but vivace and strong. We are half of a whole and we bring life. Chromatin, Acrosome— part of our identity. Mitochondria is our energy drink. We are ready for the race. Our tail propels us forward... On our marks, ready... Go!
A Man Under Pressure
““He carries silence like stone. Beneath the stillness, something waits to break or bloom.””
“The Story I’ll Tell…” is a fine art photographic series tracing the quiet, parallel journeys of a woman and a man. Through two evocative chapters—“Life Around Menstruation”, a conceptual meditation on the rhythms and emotional terrain of a woman’s cycle, and “A Man Under Pressure”, a visual exploration of male depression—the series confronts societal truths often buried in our subconscious. These themes walk beside us daily, unspoken yet deeply felt.
Sometimes, words fail to carry the weight of the battle within. We search for language to tell our loved ones how desperate we feel—how close we are to unraveling. But often, it’s silence that speaks loudest. It wraps around us, consuming what we cannot say, echoing the ache we dare not voice. My heart is like a tank Where I bury my pains and sorrows, my worries: Individualism, consumerism, comparison, Family breakdown, unemployment, Betrayal and much more... "Help... To My Loved One" The enemy is at work It's dark They have invaded my mind and my soul I don't know where to go... I'M SORRY... Grace Remondo
"Stress" A portrait unraveling under the weight of modern life. Stress captures the emotional toll of societal pressure—where headlines blur into personal crisis and the body becomes a vessel for overload. Created from a crumpled black-and-white portrait, layered with nitro-transferred newspaper fragments and soaked in turpentine, the piece builds tension through texture and repetition. The accompanying poem echoes the chaos: “Bankruptcy, liquidity, depression…”—words that haunt the margins of daily life. This artwork stands as a visual scream, a moment of collapse, and a plea for refuge. Stress. Pressure is rising around me. Where am I going to go? Where am I going to find refuge? TV news is always bad. Wherever I go, I listen to these words: Bankruptcy. Liquidity. Depression. Stimulus. Subsidy... Help. Help. I can't make it anymore. Grace Remondo
"A Man Doesn’t Cry" Final piece in "A Man Under Pressure". A mixed media collage on fabric canvas. He sits beneath the mast— not of a ship, but of a myth. The red line bleeds upward, a wound mistaken for strength. Fragments of habit, debris of silence, stitched into posture and shadow. This is not surrender. This is the echo of what was never said.
