To Be Named by Light
She is not lit by the sun, but by memory. In this curatorial meditation, light becomes consecration—and the sacred feminine becomes sanctuary.
The Moment That Did Not Fade
One last flare of gold finds the lips of a forgotten goddess. In the hush of the eastern wall, the artist receives—not a photograph, but the memory of presence.
The Reflection That Knew Her Face
As fire echoes through the stone, the artist watches a forgotten figure illuminated without touch. This poem rises from that hush—where presence meets reflection without sound.
The Light That Named Her
In the hush before sunset, the artist stands before a goddess in stone, her face ignited by light returning through the sanctuary. In this stillness, something unnamed is remembered.
