The duality of Medusa as both victim and villain highlights how perception can drastically alter understanding. It serves as a lesson on the power of stories and histories to shape societal perceptions of good vs. evil, victim vs. perpetrator.
The duality of Medusa as both victim and villain highlights how perception can drastically alter understanding. It serves as a lesson on the power of stories and histories to shape societal perceptions of good vs. evil, victim vs. perpetrator.
| size | L 53cms (21inch)/ H 68cms (27inch), L 68cms (27inch)/ H 88cms (35inch) |
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We dwell on carpets stained with pain, amid the aftermath of chaos. Echoes of destruction reverberate. Alone, we wonder—where does the world’s attention lie? Unseen and misunderstood, how can we alter opinions, how can minds be changed, when our reality remains obscured, our essence unknown?”
Navigating through the stormy seas of struggle and despair, each drop of pain and sorrow we let fall reveals the core of who we are. It isn’t the sheer might of our hard work alone that elevates us; rather, it’s the deep, unshakeable belief in our own potential that guides us to rise. Enveloped in the turmoil, we find clarity and strength, crafting from the sands of our trials a golden crown. This symbol of victory shines not for its material value, but for its representation of the enduring spirit and faith that lead us to flourish.
“In the heart’s leap from concrete bounds to boundless skies, we hatch, soar, and awaken to the vivid hues of our true selves.”
In the land that is mine, amidst fields I call home, under skies of my country, I am a carpet trodden upon, yearning for the space to uncurl freely. Oppression is the heavy foot that knows not my dreams, leaving me woven in the struggle, searching for a seam to breathe in a world that forgets the language of freedom.
