From the Collection: Fleeting Freedom
I once believed that the world’s edge would be where magic lives. In New Zealand, I found that edge. Vast prairies stretched into the horizon, black sand beaches carried the rhythm of the sea, and in the silence of the mountains I felt both small and infinite. I had never been so far from home, yet it all felt strangely familiar — like stepping into a dream I must have carried with me all along. This collection is my attempt to hold on to that fleeting sense of wonder.