“Sacred”: something dedicated to a deity, considered holy, or set apart for religious use, demanding high respect and reverence. “Decadence”: a state of moral, cultural, or social decline and deterioration, often driven by excessive self-indulgence, luxury, and a pursuit of pleasure.… SACRED DECADENCE When did you first drink absinthe?Mine was in May 1996, in the
Identity Is a Moving Target. Break the Shape You Were Given.Nothing Holds—Why Should You? Nothing in me settles. Even my shadows keep moving. I let go of who I was, not gently, but like something torn free. I don’t build a life the way I was taught to. I don’t stack identities, don’t polish them
What happens when the maker becomes the medium? When the gaze turns inward and the body begins to carry the narrative once held by the lens. For years, my work has lived behind the camera—framing stories, shaping light, and constructing visual narratives as a photographer and filmmaker. Through this process, I developed a deep sensitivity
From experimental video art to narrative arthouse cinema, my upcoming features Sick Bacchus and The First Hour after Violent Death explore the boundaries of storytelling, emotion, and visual poetry. As a filmmaker, my journey began in the intimate and exploratory realm of video art and experimental cinema. These early works allowed me to play with
Through An Ongoing Exploration of Identity and Impermanence Across the past decade, my work in avant-garde cinema and video art has traced a continuous thread through memory, identity, and transformation. These short films are not bound by traditional narrative structures; instead, they emerge as fragments—emotional, philosophical, and deeply personal—inviting the viewer into shifting inner landscapes.
The Fictional: Rewriting Reality (London, 2026) In 2024, I began The Fictional—a photographic inquiry into the fragile boundary between truth and illusion. Inspired in part by The Peripheral, the series explored how power persists through architecture, symbolism, and narrative, even as reality itself fractures. Now, in 2026, I return to the same terrain with Aeon
‘Freedom begins where the old story ends’. ophelia rising now. ”OPHELIA RISING’ IS AN INVITATION: TO STEP OUT OF THE WATER, TO LET THE OLD SELF DISSOLVE, AND TO RESURRECT INTO A FREER EXISTENCE. She is taught to be beautiful before she is taught to be free. From childhood, the script is whispered into her
We walk across collapsed burial mounds, along worn tarmac and salt marsh, through quagmires where black crows pick at the remnants of life. ‘THIS TERRAIN MIRRORS OUR OWN MOMENT. PAST AND PRESENT NO LONGER SIT IN SEQUENCE BUT OVERLAP, ERODING INTO ONE ANOTHER. THE CHALK CLIFFS, CONTINUALLY SHAPED BY PRESSURE AND WEATHER, REVEAL HOW ALL
Art is my practice of freedom — a rehearsal in being, in soft strength, in radical presence. In my series On Being an Angel, I explore freedom as a lived, embodied experience — especially the freedom of a woman who chooses to exist as an artist. To create not as decoration, not as permission-seeking, but
At thirteen, i had already outgrown my hometown. not physically — spiritually. i no longer fit the narrative written for me. I was too observant, too intense, too unwilling to dissolve into the collective. and so I became a target.
