Seashells Sails comes from my mother's dream — imagination carried like a tale passed down, half memory, half invention. Here... Read More
Seashells Sails comes from my mother's dream — imagination carried like a tale passed down, half memory, half invention. Here the body becomes vessel and voyage at once: a headdress rises like a sail, a figure sits folded into the grass like something washed ashore. The sea is not a place but a story — the one my mother dreamed, that I keep telling in images.