As a laureate of the Prix Carta Bianca, I was invited to present my work.
During my presentation, my daughter came on stage and began to write words and labels on my back — inscriptions invisible to the audience.

These were words taken from my own life — from our life — labels that others have placed on me, but also realities I have lived through.

Identity is shaped, transmitted, and sometimes inherited.

When she finished, I turned my shirt inside out.
The hidden words became visible. What was once stigma, shame, or judgment turned outward — transformed into affirmation and power.