14"H x 7.5"W x 7"D
Clay, Acrylic, Resin, Flowers
The Landscape We Hold Inside
She rises like a quiet shoreline, her gaze resting somewhere between memory and possibility.
The surface of her face carries the softness of mist and the patience of stone, washed in pale blues
that feel like sky dissolving into water.
Along her neck, words settle into the body as if they have grown there — not written, but rooted.
They speak of belonging as something fluid, something woven from fragments of distance and desire.
Beneath her, suspended in a transparent depth, blossoms and small living forms drift in stillness —
an inner garden held in quiet preservation. It feels like memory submerged,
like migration transformed into beauty.
This work speaks of migration — internal and external.
Of the way we gather pieces of every place we have loved, lost, or survived. We become living terrains, layered with languages, histories, and inherited dreams.
“The Landscape We Hold Inside” reminds us that home is not always a fixed land. Sometimes it is a horizon wide enough to hold all of us.
2026