I am not growing up from within—I am growing up in projection. The image of adulthood I find myself performing is shaped by repetition, expectation, and quiet templates inherited from elsewhere. I become legible not through self-discovery, but through fluency in gestures, tones, and behaviors that feel learned rather than chosen.

In this project, the color blue becomes the surface where the first cracks emerge. Following Michel Pastoureau, who names blue the favorite color of adults, I ask: Is blue calm, or is it containment? Is it chosen freely, or simply the most acceptable backdrop? In my images, blue appears as invasive: an agent of global coherence, but also its limitations.

Growing up during a war compresses time and expectation. You adjust before you understand. You move forward without a map. And blue also tries to become the language of this adjustment: restrained, continuous, unfinished. A gesture of survival and becoming. In blue, there is a foreign instruction—but also our attempt to redefine it. What arrives as a language of control slowly becomes a language of presence.