The Soul’s Window

In The Soul’s Window, the battlefield is not a place, it is the human mind. This work looks at the quiet wars that live inside us, especially the kind we carry without speaking. Growing up in Ghana, silence was often the language of pain, and the eyes became the only place where truth escaped. This photograph reflects that inner conflict: the struggle between holding everything in and the longing to be seen. Instead of documenting physical violence, the piece explores emotional residue... the echoes left behind by fear, loss, expectations, and unspoken memories. It asks what happens when a person becomes the sole witness to their own suffering, and how trauma can shape identity even without the presence of war. The Soul’s Window stands as a reminder that some of the deepest wounds leave no visible scars, and that the quietest faces often carry the loudest battles. In this silence, the soul speaks.