This work is part of the My Voice Went Soft series, about a world in which systems, protocols, and screens increasingly seem to have the final word. Bit by bit, another voice softens because of it: the voice of the human being itself, with her doubts, her intuition, her own pace. My Voice Went Soft is my plea for that voice. Not as a lament, but as a celebration: the work bursts with colour, the joy of making, and an almost irrepressible zest for life

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