Soul of the Soul

This series began with a fleeting moment: a child’s face, lost to war,

glimpsed in the heart of a flower bouquet arranged earlier that day. The

vision lingered, uninvited yet resolute, threading itself into these works.

Flowers—symbols of fragility and fleeting beauty—are interwoven with

the stark remnants of violence: artillery, rubble, burnt flesh. Together, they

speak of contrasts that are impossible to untangle—life amid destruction,

memory shaped by grief.