



This suite of stitched, kraft-paper panels reads like a fragmented travelogue where memory is printed in cool cyan while the present is drawn in intimate, inked lineβtwo languages sharing the same breath. The octagonal blue images punctuate each scene as portals of atmosphere, their soft tonal clouds and watery silhouettes counterbalancing the crisp, diagrammatic doodles of domestic objects, patterns, and small rituals. Red edging and visible seams turn the composition into a tactile archive, suggesting that narrative here is not seamless but hand-mendedβan accumulation of moments carefully bound against forgetting. Moving across the panels, the work oscillates between the banal and the mythic, proposing everyday life as a site where personal history and dream imagery continually leak into one another.







