SOS NYC” thrums with urgency — a canvas alive with fractured grids and neon yellows, as if the city itself were crying out. The pulse of New York surges here: relentless, electric, unyielding. Within its density lies both suffocation and survival, echoing the rawness of postpartum experience against an urban backdrop. It is both alarm and heartbeat, the struggle of being submerged and the insistence on being heard.
