At the heart of the work lies the image of the bed — an intimate, everyday space that repeats itself each night. Sleep and the sleeping body are often seen as mundane or even vulgar. Yet, as Nabokov suggests, anything truly honest, authentic, and beautiful cannot be vulgar by nature.

 

The folds left on a bed after sleep become a metaphor for personal narrative. Like wrinkles on a face, they capture individual experience, inner states, and emotional vulnerability. These traces of sleep — visual remnants of the unconscious — serve as an honest and unfiltered record of one’s presence.

 

In this way, the triptych explores the boundaries between the intimate and the public, the ordinary and the meaningful, the physical and the emotional. It invites the viewer to reconsider the visual and cultural codes through which we perceive closeness, beauty, and truth.