Memories as folded notes [to be] kept in the secret chest pocket, close to the heart. 
-> Lake N. Folded
-> Blue Leaf Orange
-> Full Moon


Folded Memories

I find the texture of mineral (stone) paper very appealing – soft and velvety. Metaphorically speaking, stone paper also resembles the nature of memories – delicate, yet strong, 
With some memories being fragile and fleeting, I usually feel like I am partly embarking on my very own quest of searching for lost time.
-> Tranquility
-> Fairy tale
-> Bad Dream
-> You, Me and Ice cream
-> Sea to Sun


Pastel on Stone Paper

I used to spend a lot of time staring out the window as a child. I’ve always been drawn to windows and to this day, whenever I’m in a room with windows, I catch my gaze drifting through the clear glass. Escaping into contemplation. 
This series gathers visuals-turned-memories that were collected while gazing out various windows.
-> The Garden [pastel & acrylic on mineral (stone) paper
-> Cityscape [acrylic on mineral (stone) paper]
-> Wanderlust: View from the Cabin Window [acrylic on mineral (stone) paper]
-> Road Trip: looking out of a moving car window [acrylic on mineral (stone) paper]
-> Autumnal Solitude [pastel on mineral (stone) paper]


Gazing Out the Window

This series revisits recurrent moments cemented as memories (streets I’ve wondered throughout the years or the apple tree by my room’s window) and flashbacks that are the most persistent (like an evening by the ocean).
-> That evening by the Ocean 
[pastel, charcoal and acrylic on canvas | 30x24 inches (76x61cm)]
-> Snow: Avalanche – my fascination with snow overlapping a deluge of thoughts.
 "[...] a relentless forgiveness: all of our scratches and blots and mortal wounds and patched-up jobs wiped clean in the show's huge erasure" – Margaret  Atwood
[ pastel and acrylic on canvas | 26x16 inches (66x41 cm)]
-> Apple Blossoms. Strung
Growing up, my rock was a tree: an apple tree – my apple tree. He was sitting tall and strong outside my room’s window, gifting me apple blossoms every mid-spring.
[pastel, acrylic, charcoal on wood | 24x28 inches (61 x 46 cm)]
->  Streets 
The Streets I've Ever Loved 
“In a simple street you can find the whole world: You can find joy and sorrow; you can find good and evil, silence and noise; you can find all the comedies and all the tragedies! An ordinary simple street is the mirror of the whole world!”― Mehmet Murat Ildan 
[pastel and acrylic on wood | 36x24 inches (91.5x61 cm)]


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