Grief does not always scream. Sometimes it is placed gently on a table and left there to be witnessed.
In this piece, the heart is no longer hidden. It is exposed, cracked, treated like something sacred and already lost.
This is not the moment of loss, but what follows after— when pain becomes a ceremony, and love turns into remembrance.
The candles do not mourn. The flowers do not ask questions. They simply stay, as the heart learns how to exist without what once kept it alive.
Mourning is not about letting go. It is about learning how to carry what will never leave.