This was the first piece I wrote before beginning the blog — a still moment before the unfolding.

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I am a maker of spaces — both lived and imagined.

Trained as a landscape architect, shaped by twenty years of tracing lines through cities, gardens, and memories, I now dwell in the quieter rhythms of wool, felt, pigment, and thread. My hands remember what the earth taught me: to listen, to wait, to shape gently.

I create artworks from materials that carry stories — wool that once wandered, colours born of soil and silence. My collages, drawings, and prints are not just visual — they are tactile memories, fragments of Persian gardens, lost carpets, sacred geometries, and the quiet rooms we carry within.

This journey — from urban design to felted abstractions — is not a departure, but a return. To intuition. To slowness. To beauty that resists perfection.

Welcome to my world. It is stitched together with solitude, belonging, and the spiral — my sign for the Eye of God — watching, turning, and guiding.