The ray of light, such a timeless symbol of clarity and hope. That light that illuminates us, but that can also blind and overwhelm us.The dark void, the beginning of everything, our hiding place, where our deepest secrets live. Manya unfolds as the light illuminates her darkness, her void. Her long dreadlocks act as a perfect representation of our tentacles, our entanglements that contrast the directionality and straightforwardness of the rays coming in. Immersed in the battle between light and dark she unwinds.
