I make these collages with my body, with language, and with the noise that lives in-between.

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I use both Cyrillic and Latin alphabets because I was shaped by both—by what I tried to run from and by what I still carry.

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I work with fragments: family scripts, church prayers, glossy magazine skin, saints I never became, and boys I once were.

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This is not nostalgia. This is myth turned inward.

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These collages are not digital. They are layered by hand—paper, glue, ink, old photographs, family scripts, church language, torn packaging, and tape from letters I never sent.

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This series is not finished.
Neither am I.
Thank you for looking.

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