Cut ⦁ Dyed ⦁ Woven ⦁ Folded ⦁ Felt
Cutting paper. Catching light. Making sense of it all (or not).
This space began in my grandad’s garden,
with stolen scissors and the quiet wonder of a
little girl who believed flowers could make color.
Now, I work with naturally dyed paper and Mexican textiles chasing that same feeling; the one that sparks when your hands learn something new.
This isn’t just art.
It’s a whisper from the girl I used to be.
And she still has things to say.
“Flowers taught me that color could be pulled from the earth. Weavers taught me that stories could be woven into cloth.
I carry both in my hands.”
