In this piece, memory is not a whisper, it’s a quiet rebellion. The figure, hollowed and silent, carries within it the ghostly presence of...
My animation When Snow Begins to Speak, selected for DIG SHIBUYA 2026 and has been exhibited as public digital art Shibuya, Tokyo. 📍...
Based on a watercolor painted by my mother, this work returns to the Dordogne, the river that runs through so much of my family...
I made this work while thinking about birth and death, and about how strangely close they can feel. Since losing my mother, I have become...
Grief has felt like a knot I cannot untie. I can pull at it, try to understand it, try to loosen it, but the bond remains. It changes...
Grief is often described as emptiness. I experience almost the opposite. Absence proliferates. It attaches itself to objects, landscapes...
Death creates a peculiar form of geography. There is suddenly a place one can remember perfectly but can never enter again: the world in...