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Trifolium Incarnatum II

A meditation on light and fragility
 

Beneath the lens, the crimson clover unfolds like a secret. Its petals folding inward and outward, layered in quiet symmetry. What the eye cannot see, the microscope reveals: a cathedral of soft structures, shaped by time and nature. In this work, I trace those invisible lines. Sheer fabric and wire become a language of breath and gravity. Each ring, each fold, mimics the silent logic of the petal—fragile, translucent, barely held. Suspended in space, the layers drift between being and becoming, echoing mountains, clouds, or a ripple paused in air. I am drawn to the unnoticed, to the way light passes through mesh, to the rhythm of a form that repeats not for function, but for beauty. This is not a replica, but a reverence. An invitation to slow down. To see the monumental in the minuscule, the eternal in the ephemeral.

Resonance
Soft Dichotomy


These pillows are quiet echoes of sound, made visible and touchable. One swells outward in soft, concentric rings - heavy, slow, like the low murmur of a piano key held just long enough to settle. The other rises in gentle peaks - sharp, light, a flicker of brightness repeated in linen folds. Born from the idea of monotony not as dullness, but as rhythm and comfort, they hold the loop of sound in their forms. Fur and fabric, circle and triangle, dark and light - they sit in contrast, yet speak the same language: one of softness, of repetition, of the small, steady things that soothe us.

Wa-sabi


A study in stillness, imperfection, and material honesty


Rooted in the Japanese philosophy of wabi-sabi, this collection of soft objects embraces irregularity, quietness, and the transient beauty of natural materials. Each piece is crafted from reused or humble textiles - corduroy, felt, denim and linen, stitched together with visible seams that proudly reveal their handmade origin. There is no attempt to hide fraying edges or asymmetry. Instead, these qualities are elevated as markers of authenticity and presence. The bags and pouches echo organic forms, rounded, slouched, or folded with ease, like stones softened by time or vessels shaped by hand. Their textures are tactile and inviting, muted in tone, and grounded in a raw, earthy palette. Arranged among stones and moss, they evoke a gentle dialogue between the human-made and the natural, the functional and the contemplative. Wa-Sabi is less about perfection and more about quiet presence. It invites the viewer to slow down, to notice the small, imperfect moments that make an object, or a life, truly beautiful.

In The Wake Of Wax
Modern Tradition


Rooted in centuries of Southeast Asian tradition, batik has long been a medium where ritual meets rhythm - where wax and dye converse in layers. In these works, the ancient technique is reimagined with contemporary sensibility. Fluid silhouettes of birds, sea creatures, and abstract landscapes are formed through resist-dyeing, crackling wax lines, and brush-stroked gradients. Rather than fixed motifs, the pieces embrace improvisation - letting the unpredictable nature of dyeing breathe life into textile. It is a quiet dialogue between hand and fabric, between heritage and imagination, that keeps the practice alive and evolving.

Crescendo
The Shape of a Cry


This project is a visceral translation of sound into form, a wearable sculpture born from the rawness of a shout. Inspired by a burst of vocal energy that rises from a growl to a shrill, the dress captures the essence of that sound in material and motion. Beginning with tightly coiled yarns in deep purples and reds at the bodice, the design radiates outward into brighter, looser swirls that spiral like reverberations through space. The curls bloom and pulse across the fabric like an explosion held in bloom, chaotic yet controlled. This garment does not merely clothe the body. It embodies a moment of sonic intensity, capturing the unseen, and letting it dance across skin. It is a visual and tactile crescendo, where fabric and emotion intertwine in one resonant, ascending cry.

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