Artworks: Lepidography™ Series
Moonlight: Shades of Soul, 2025
Silk, acrylic paint, gessoed birch panel
Moonlight was born in a time of uncertainty, when night felt endless and the future unknown. Against the darkness, the wings radiate like fragments of hope - a reminder that even in exile, beauty still emerges. It speaks of vulnerability and quiet strength, of carrying light within when the world outside collapses. For me, it is both a memory of loss and a vision of possibility - how even the smallest glow can guide the way.
Selected Works
Fragments 012, 2025
Fragments Series
Silk, hand-formed and sculpted, on gessoed panel
18 × 24 in (45.7 × 61 cm)
There are moments I would give anything to return to. I cannot. They exist now only as memories - strangely close, because I can still see and feel them, and impossibly far away because I can never enter them again. Sometimes these memories feel so real that I could almost touch them - as if I could gather them into my hands and hold them there.
A handful of moments tied to places I can no longer return to and people I love. I want to keep every one of them, but they will not stay still. One appears over another; something almost forgotten suddenly comes forward; another disappears underneath.
Fragments began with the image of that handful slipping from my hands.
The wings are those moments after they have fallen onto the panel. They do not fall in a line or tell a story in order. They touch, collide, cover one another. Some remain completely visible. Of others, only a small part is left to see.
I arrange every wing deliberately, but I want to keep the feeling of that fall — the moment when something deeply cherished can no longer be perfectly held.
Each wing holds a moment. Together, they become a handful of memories — still vivid, still real, yet impossible to hold without something slipping away.
Waterfall, 2025
Silk, heat-formed and applied to panel
Created after leaving my homeland with only a backpack, Waterfall reflects the weight and release of displacement. The cascading wings echo both the flow of tears and the resilience of nature - grief transforming into movement, survival, and renewal. Each layered silk wing carries its own fragility, yet together they form an overwhelming force, just as I had to gather scattered pieces of myself to continue forward. It is both an elegy and a promise of continuity.
