This work represents a mental capsule , crossed by an invisible but engraved labyrinth : an interlacing of lines, symbols, signs, all carrying an inner language, a sinuous path. In the center, a void textured with a raw white — the heart of the pill , perhaps the origin of the disorder, or the illusion of calm.
 The labyrinth is omnipresent: it is not to be solved, but to be felt . It evokes the loss of bearings , non-linear mental paths , psychic wandering , the side effects of healing or the cost of silence .
 The work questions:
 What do you do when medicine becomes a world unto itself? When you live inside a chemical labyrinth?