Nights like this are not about a single author. They are about people gathered together — talking, pausing, letting things surface that don’t usually find space.
 

The art piece you see tonight is one among ten thousand. It isn’t a spectacle, nor an answer. It’s an opening. Part of it is here in front of you; part of it is withheld, and what you make of that absence is yours alone.
 

This evening is dedicated to those who have walked alongside the artist, and to the many voices left unheard — those marginalised and silenced by societal mores. But above all, it is dedicated to you, because without you there is no conversation.

 

Thank you,

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