Windows to the Inside

Creating a Visual Language of My Own

Sep 06, 2024

I have been exploring worlds in which I can express myself without spoken or written words.

Places where syllables and consonants hide behind curves and hues. Where emotions hover like tattered clouds after a storm, casting their shadows everywhere.

Certainly, there are some things that words cannot and should never contain. A thing that is unnamed is still a thing. It must be stubborn, wild, and elusive.

Welcome back to this place. There is a lot to see if you take a peek.

Look closer.

COLOR NOTEBOOK

Contours on a face. Broad valleys and hidden hollows. Boundaries marked at certain points.

Birds are bigger than they are, inhabiting more space than we can fathom.

I am not sure if this sunscape is finished, but circles are endless anyway.

ABSTRACT FLOWERS

A friend once told me that flowers should not be cut when they are in bloom. They get robbed of their birthright to exist and fade. The spirits that inhabit them flee far too soon. There is still beauty to behold in the wilting.

TEXTILES

I used my sewing machine to hem pants for the first time. It was not perfect, but it was surprisingly easy.

I am generally not a fan of corporate branding and nationalism. This embroidery is a work in progress on a bag I found at a Goodwill thrift store. Only the eagle will remain in the end, as it should be.