A House for Abstract Things

This collection comes from the idea that we, as human beings, are a sort of "house" for abstract thought. The concept of love and hate, the weight of an unsent message, the void that the death of a loved one leaves, are all abstract intangible feelings that have origin in us. Beauty, betrayal, solitude and many others are the bases of art, and therefore, of us as unknowable forces that fluctuate thought a singular timeline called now.

I adore my loneliness and it serves me as a powerful tool for my art, but I recognize the fact that we exist through others, and that in knowing them, we are ultimately getting to know ourselves. So let this be used as an invitation to know ourselves.