thoughts

The liminal space between a dream, a thought, wrapped in sheets of silk, the night so quiet and alone. In this series of work the power of thoughts provoked by the dark rainy nights and music was explored.

The collection represents different forms and mediums of work. Materials found within the space of a home and scale of comfortibility. 

As the symphony plays, the cherry blossom blooms within the outskirts of our conciousness. The fight to be free, to feel and heal. In cold eerie nights, we write. We write to our dead ones, the ones dying yet exisiting. 

We let our thoughts mold itself into shapes so tangible, it melts and disolves into the very air we breath and art with. Art of serenity on pure white. The graveyard of joy yet to be thought out, in our dreams, our path of wake and so on.

hear

10 in x 10 in
oil on MDF 

bloom

10 in x 10 in
mix media on MDF

the four eyes on the choki
the shame I share with joy
so I write of the memories 
of blurred, lost and untold words
I utter my dua in french to Ma

the choki needs fixing, 
a crimson varnish?

words to float
pop like dews in love 

love notes

12 in x 9 in
ink & acrylic on paper

carry the marks of ink
abandoned in chains to smear
at dwan of teal the sun hides
in cages of warmth the grass lies
all with a nail to roam and 
roam and 
roam

state

12 in x 9 in
ink & acrylic on paper