The glass surrounds me in colour and light, but it does not break me apart. It holds me together. Remembering here is re-membering in the truest sense — not gathering pieces, but recognising that nothing was ever truly lost.
For me, to re-member is to return to myself consciously. To feel my body, my spirit, my lineage aligned at once. The veil of colour becomes a sacred space where I can see myself clearly and completely.
When you look at this work, I hope it reminds you that your wholeness already exists. That remembering is not about fixing yourself, but about coming home to what has always been intact.
The glass surrounds me in colour and light, but it does not break me apart. It holds me together. Remembering here is re-membering in the truest sense — not gathering pieces, but recognising that nothing was ever truly lost.
For me, to re-member is to return to myself consciously. To feel my body, my spirit, my lineage aligned at once. The veil of colour becomes a sacred space where I can see myself clearly and completely.
When you look at this work, I hope it reminds you that your wholeness already exists. That remembering is not about fixing yourself, but about coming home to what has always been intact.
