Mary Koujoori

The beginning of this series is not a cry for help,
nor a hand reaching toward salvation — it is the moment
when one realizes there is no need for anything at all.
Not religion, not pride, not love, not even meaning.
These works narrate a confrontation with an inner void,
where the absence of need is no longer liberation,
but a sign of the deepest form of isolation.
In this series, need is not seen as a weakness,
but as the final thread connecting the human to the outside world.
And the moment that thread is severed, the subject collapses inward — silent,
without desire, without hope.

“This collection seeks that threshold:
the line between the one who still needs something,
and the one who has relinquished even the need itself”