This work reflects the days following menstruation, when energy returns effortlessly.
In the follicular phase, I feel clear, refreshed, and quietly confident. There is momentum without pressure — strength without striving. My mind sharpens. My body rebuilds.
This phase teaches me that renewal does not always require effort. Sometimes it arrives simply because I allowed myself to stop.
 
After leaving my career as a telecom engineer to live fully as an artist, I began observing rhythms I had long overlooked. In my mid-30s, I started tracking my menstrual cycle not to manage it, but to understand it. What revealed itself was a precise intelligence: four distinct phases, each carrying its own emotional, physical, and creative logic.
 
What once felt like inconsistency became structure. Mood was not randomness; it was information. Energy was not constant—and it was never meant to be.
 
This body of work is a refusal to pathologize natural rhythms. Nothing here needs fixing. Each phase carries wisdom. Each deserves respect.