"What we see is never just what's there—it's what we carry, refracted through the lens of our chaos."

Hot to go. Hot to know. I’m twisted, distorted, delusional so.
This piece started my Distorted series, exploring the tension between how we see ourselves and what’s real. It’s about wanting to shed the thoughts that won't let go.
I swallowed my reflection to wear her bones, but choked on the envy she carved in my own." This work explores the destabilizing effects of envy and the illusions it creates. It reflects how comparison can fracture reality, twisting both how we view
Neutral. Beige. Blend in is all the rage. But I'm fractured, broken—never beige.
An exploration of body neutrality, invisibility, and the quiet war of wanting to belong while feeling anything but whole.
Roses are red. Violets are blue. Mirrors and boys will always lilac to you.
A portrait unraveled by perception—this piece blurs the line between reflection, performance, and who we think we are.
Shattered mirrors fade, but the image remains—twisted and worn.
This work breaks apart a long-held inner narrative and asks what’s left when reflection is no longer trusted.
Old patterns, blistered and battered, still call back—but I’ve already shattered.
A piece about recognizing the past, resisting the pull, and moving forward in a new form.
Greyscale. Grey and pale. The weight of the world. The weight on the scale. It drives me to a personal hell.
 A visual descent into fog and fixation—when perception tips the balance and drags you under.
Throw hands. Snap the band. Come back to reality. Learn to stand. Life hurts—that’s the plan. Creation, destruction, control. A piece about taking life into your own hands—even when it hurts.
Men swear. Make promises, proclamations, and affairs. Inspired by menswear runways—where performance meets illusion. This piece plays with identity, intention, and the distortion of what’s said versus what’s worn.
Runway. Run away. To covet, treasure, to hide and play. A piece about fashion, fantasy, and the truths we sashay around. Inspired by the runway’s illusion—and the escape it promises.
Fear food. Fear god. Fixate, love—but you're a fraud.
A visual study of desire, control, and the chaos of craving what feels forbidden.
Bright with fire, bright desire. To long, to want, to let expire. Bold colors lure you in, but the chaos tells the truth. Part of an ongoing series about fixation, craving, and emotional conflict.
Food keeps score. On the body, it hovers, stores. It twists our mind. The mind keeps score. Food is just something we buy at the store. It expires. Rots to the core.
Food keeps score—and so do we. This piece turns the ordinary into something loaded,
Girly pop. Pop the lid. Make it stop. It’s overflowing. Girl, please stop. Pretty on the outside, pressure on the inside. A piece about performative femininity and the chaos we’re told to contain.
Carved in silence. Held in sand. The past shaped by a different hand.
Made in Cyprus, this piece reflects on legacy, distortion, and the fragments we inherit from the past.
Treatment hour, clocks that scour. Tick tick boom.
Drawn in a waiting room, this piece captures the emotional weight of stillness—where time ticks loudest, and change feels just out of reach.
Soft and fair. To lay on a sofa, to wander, stare.
It's made for rest, to listen, to be there.
 Drawn from a therapy room, this piece explores how emotion bends even the simplest realities. A quiet study in rest, distortion, and perception.
The V. The A. To immortalize oneself long after decay.
A love that spans centuries. And to this day, we long for history. But memory fades.
A sculptural study from the Victoria and Albert Museum. This piece explores how memory fades, even as we try

- Reality is elastic. I pull at its edges to see what spills out.

- Reality is elastic. I pull at its edges to see what spills out.