The artist

I work where daylight hesitates - small lamps, long silences, and materials that ask to be coaxed rather than commanded. The figures that emerge are not “cute” props; they are presences, weighted with story you complete when you live with them.

Influences are cinematic as much as material: corridors in winter hotels, children who know too much, forests that answer questions with dew instead of words. Mother of Souls is the house those moods built.

Commissions are conversations. Drops are ceremonies. Archives are honest. If you collect here, you are not buying clutter - you are adopting a soul with a past.