This is not a gallery. It is a map of echoes.
Each image you see below leads into a hidden chamber of thought,
some carved in silence, some born of rupture.
I invite you to wander these winding paths of identity, time, loss, and memory,
a guided tour into the labyrinths of my mind.
Each image you see below leads into a hidden chamber of thought,
some carved in silence, some born of rupture.
I invite you to wander these winding paths of identity, time, loss, and memory,
a guided tour into the labyrinths of my mind.
To enter a world, click on the image below.