(2025, Digital Poster Art)
This work is a psychological confrontation with the architecture of our own paralysis. The legs in formal, striped attire stand not just in physical stillness—but in existential compliance. They belong to no one in particular, because they could belong to anyone: to every mind that has become its own jailer.
“Comfort is a prison” is not a metaphor—it is a condition. A suffocating stillness draped in the illusion of safety.
The red EXIT door—closed, near, but untouched—symbolizes the constant presence of opportunity that remains unrealized.
The door is never locked.
But we are.
Locked by the internal warden, a figure shaped not by bars and chains, but by inherited fears, past failures, parental echoes, and the internal monologue that whispers: “Stay. You’re safer here.”
This piece is not a protest—it is a diagnosis. It aims to hold up a mirror to the self-imposed limitation of those who mistake repetition for security.
Mona.A (Monova Studio)
