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

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Working as a landscape architect and shaped by more than twenty years of tracing lines through cities, gardens, and memories, I move between the worlds of landscape and art. Alongside my design work, I explore 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 only visual; they are tactile memories, fragments of Persian gardens, lost carpets, sacred geometries, and the quiet rooms we carry within.

For me, the movement between urban design and felted abstraction is not a departure but a continuation another way of thinking through landscape, material, and memory. It is a return to intuition, to slowness, and to a kind of 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.