With Armatura, I was thinking about bodies being made through other bodies. Nothing here stands alone. The central figure is lifted, held, and shaped by the women around her, and the movement sits somewhere between dancing and sculpting , you’re never quite sure which one you’re seeing. There’s also a man lying face-down beneath them, solid and muscular, almost anchoring the whole scene. Around him, the figures start to thin out and dissolve. Some of them look towards us, others seem caught up in something we can’t access. What interested me most was letting the main figure shift , her colour drains, she starts to look more like stone than flesh. That moment feels unresolved. Is she being formed, or fixed in place? I like that uncertainty. These figures aren’t characters to me ,they’re closer to parts of myself, things I’m still trying to understand.