My mother obsessively bought beautiful fabric to make blouses. She was big and curvy. I was small and narrow.
When she died, I was left with more than a hundred gorgeously oversized blouses.
I cut them into squares and built a collage on my wall. It became a fabric wallpaper that held the designs and interlinked patterns she had once carried in her mind.
Only later did I understand it as movement through grief and recognition in honouring the creative spirit I inherited from her.

Since then, I've spent my twenties working across four cities and two countries.
Eight internships. Four full-time roles.
I moved through industries from film and advertising to design and branding.
I noticed my art and ideas adapt to whatever context I was placed in.

But now I know for sure what drives me. It's human connection and the expansiveness of our hearts.
As the world grows stranger and less coherent by the day,
I want to make work that can both celebrate and mourn
the moments we are living through.