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When the World Is Held
I placed the mother figure on a rough dark fragment, surrounded by a night full of tiny stars. She bends over the earth and holds it like a child, close enough to protect, close enough to hear. I was thinking about a world worn down by war, hunger, noise, and fear, a world that does not need another command, but a gentler presence. D. W. Winnicott, the psychoanalyst, wrote about the need for a holding environment, a safe care that helps a life survive its own storms. That idea guided me here. Her body is pale against the black space, not heroic, just tender. The globe is small in her arms, reminding me how fragile everything becomes when care disappears.



