Twice Whole

The work she made through HERS is a fragment world. Pieces of image and colour and surface cut and placed and painted over and assembled into a composition that does not pretend to be seamless. The fragmentation is deliberate. A life lived between an inner and an outer self, between a country of origin and a country of arrival, between who you were formed to be and who you are still in the process of becoming, does not present itself as a unified surface. It presents itself as pieces that have not yet found their final arrangement. Expressive collage understands this. It begins with the broken and makes something from it without denying that it was broken.

She came from Bulgaria carrying what everyone carries from home: the specific emotional grammar of a culture, the family patterns written into the body before the mind has language for them, the landscape of an early life that continues to shape perception long after the geography has changed. Migration added new layers to what was already complex. New country, new language, new social codes, new versions of herself called forward by new circumstances. The fire and the shadow did not simplify. They multiplied.

The dance she describes is not performance. It is recognition.

When the two women in her work move toward each other, they are not merging into a single, easier self. They are meeting. They are acknowledging each other's existence, making space for both the daring and the hidden, the expressed and the withheld. This is what integration looks like from the inside: not the disappearance of contradiction but the choreography of it, the learning to hold fire and shadow in the same body without requiring one to extinguish the other.

Through the broken pieces, she is born again. The phrase is exact. Rebirth here does not mean the past is discarded. It means that the fragments, gathered and placed and painted, have produced something that was not possible before the breaking. A self that has looked at its own divisions without flinching. A woman who has stood twice in her own presence and recognised both figures as her own.

The collage and painting she made is not a self-portrait in any conventional sense. It is more honest than that. It is a self-reckoning: the record of a woman who refused to choose between the parts of herself and chose instead to let them dance.

She appears twice in her own work. This is the first and most important thing to understand about it. Not as repetition, and not as error. As truth.

There is the woman who burns. The one who dared, who acted, who stepped forward into rooms and situations and versions of herself that required courage to inhabit. She is fire in the way that fire is both illuminating and consuming: she draws attention, she generates heat, she marks the places she has been. She is the self that was visible, that took up space, that moved through the world with enough force to be noticed.

And there is the woman who kept herself. The one who watched, who held back, who carried in silence everything that could not yet be offered to the outside. She is shadow in the way that shadow is not absence but the proof of something solid standing in the light: she exists because the fire exists, and she holds what the fire cannot. She is the interior self, the keeper of what is too deep or too tender or too unfinished for public expression.

Monika is both. She has always been both.

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