I plunge headlong into memory’s chaos, wielding molten beeswax and raw threads like weapons.
My “Threads of Life” series does not whisper— it roars, layers thick with translucent wax and visceral stitching that tear through the past, present, and future.
Each scraped surface is a battlefield, where darkness is scraped away to expose the raw, unyielding light beneath.
These works breathe and pulse, alive with the violent rhythm of transformation. This is no gentle meditation—this is a war zone of experience, a relentless call to confront and own the jagged, tangled webs that shape our very souls.
“Grasping Life”
“Delicious Hope”
“Joy In The Morning”
“Forged in Fire”
“Despite Everything, I still Bloom”
