YOU CARRY THE SCENT OF MY DREAM
these are not merely objects, but intimate, self-contained worlds — inhabited by my thoughts, delicately entwined with the quiet echoes of animals. They carry a subtle darkness, a tenderness, and a hint of the grotesque, like dreams steeped in melancholy, to which one returns with a quiet sense of longing.
A TRACE OF ME REMAINS WITHIN THEM
Slightly unsettling, somewhat grotesque — yet there is something playful in them, perhaps even above all. Each piece is deeply personal to me, as I leave a part of myself within it. In letting them go, I don’t truly part with them; I allow them to exist beyond me — in someone else’s space, in someone else’s gaze, in someone else’s story.
GALLERY
