Initiation: From Presence to Memory and back

The anxiety stemming from the inherited rug, primarily due to its misfit in my living space, began to infiltrate the creative process. The weight of responsibility toward this heritage started to engulf me, a constant reminder of the hands that wove it and my inability to form a deep connection with them. It serves as a portal connecting me to my ancestors, bridging the gap between the present and eternity. Within this portal, colors spill and disintegrate. The small drawings—mere samples—represent an attempt to unravel the secrets and forge new forms, each possessing a life of its own.