At the centre of the installation stands the figure of my grandmother as a radiant icon, a holy mother who took me under her protection and gave me the first possibility of breaking free from pain. In the space between the abyss and salvation, the story of my life becomes a space of living testimony. A biography of wandering, a reality moving between absence and presence, where the devil is not merely a myth. This is a journey from hell toward the light, in which material becomes testimony and painting becomes eternal life. A realm of repair, where fracture is transformed into creation and pain into something sacred. A space that invites the audience inside as a witness rather than as an observer from the outside—to stop, look, and feel what words cannot contain.