She is the cutter of the forgotten stories, the spy of the past and the tamer of the paper…
They said that nobody could ever find the bodies. Guess they were wrong…
My mom said you should play with your food, but I think this time it’s quite ok…
Sometimes the beauty comes through the trial and error…
Casually tieing together the visual storytelling of the past decades…
How something so random looking can be so meaningful…
The paper gives us the way and the reason for us to do what we seek to do…
Sometimes you know what it’s like to sit and feast on both sides of the table…