In the silence that precedes a scream, in the suspended moment before a tear falls, something invisible stirs: souls.

With Souls, Skilux guides us into that fragile and incandescent space that exists between what we show and what we hide, between the mask we wear each day and the secret fragments that dwell in the depths of our emotional memory.

His figures, suspended in eternal black and white, seem to hold their breath. They are bodies in tension, bent and revealed by light, carved by shadow.

They do not represent people, they represent what remains of us when every ornament is stripped away, when we allow ourselves to be seen at our most vulnerable point.

Each work is a threshold: it does not simply invite our gaze, it gazes back. You do not choose one of these souls, it is the soul that finds you, that recognizes you, that reminds you of truths you may have forgotten but that have never left you.

Their power does not lie in being decorative, but in being mirrors: reflecting what we do not dare to say, what silently shapes us.

Souls is not a collection to be possessed, but to be encountered.

It is an intimate and unflinching journey, a confrontation with our own shadows and with that spark of light that keeps shining, even when we believe it has been lost.