An alphabet without translation,
where water became word and the word became ruin.
CASCADA Series / Fragments of a Lost Language, 2025
Thread on canvas
37.40 × 51.18 in
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“Since my childhood, thread has been my way of connecting with the world. I learned to embroider with my grandmother, and since then it has become my means of expression. Through it, I join thoughts, weave ideas, and transform everyday materials into visual narratives.”
The work unfolds as a woven surface of fragmented signs, the faint trace of a waterfall transformed into structure. Black threads cross like an impossible script, suspended between writing and landscape. What once flowed now persists as sign and memory: a silent echo where nature becomes language.
The surface acts as sensitive skin, recording gesture, time, and rhythm. In this field of impossible translations, image, memory, and territory intertwine. What seemed to vanish remains as weave, inviting a slow gaze attentive to traces, ruins, and continuities.
