There are moments when a life splits.

When staying would mean living in an echo.

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Not just once... but again and again.​

Losing parents.
Leaving a former version of myself.
Standing at the edge of something,

I could not yet see.

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Each threshold asks the same question

"What do we carry forward, and what carries us?"

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My work grows from lived experience, but it searches for the pattern inside it – the geometry beneath grief, the structure beneath change. 

 

Individual lives rarely unfold in isolation; they are shaped by histories, inheritances and moments of fracture that extend far beyond the single life that experiences them. Simple forms such as lines, circles and ripples become a visual and poetic language for understanding how lives unfold.

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Parallel lines that never meet, yet run side by side.
Circles that return us to ourselves differently.
Ripples that expand far beyond their origin.
An unbroken line that continues through rupture.

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Loss doesn't diminish us. It deepens us.

The line may bend, but it doesn't break.

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I want to create connection not through explanation, but by quiet recognition.