Santos

I always wanted to be a saint. But I never was.

With my body pierced by arrows, I sought solace at an altar where I never truly belonged. Here, I attempt to transform the gazes that once saw me as a monster into gazes of devotion.

Yet faith, too, can be blind, and no martyrdom is enough to move those who are unable to recognize the purity of a heart.

Today, at last, I understand that paradise is reserved only for those who have the courage to live their own truth.