Femicid

Femicid, murder me for love—the spectators, the distant witnesses. We watch wars unfold across screens, yet we remain silent, numb, or overwhelmed. Surrounded by endless conflict, what have we become? How did we learn to scroll past suffering? The emotional paralysis of the figures echoes our own moral paralysis. Their mute scream asks not only for recognition, but for reflection. I have 20 small miniature spaintings in this topic but I can only afford to apply with 3 artworks.