she flies
when she
creates

living with the unknown, fear is just another form of thrill

She sees herself as a mythical island, carried by seasons’ fleeting touch, and growing as an fluid embodiment of mystery

There’s something about making at night that entices me.. it’s as if during that time and space, only me and my work exist, and anything else is silence.. it feels eternal..with something magical gradually unfolding in my own hands..these peaceful moments just continue to carry me through the dark…

Closing the distance between nature and the inner world