Stitches Align for Harmonious Song

A Needle from a Gentle Woman

Pecks at the body of a white bird

The stitches align,

The flowers fall from her lap

The sky gazes at the dance of a leaf

The bird, nestled within a warm poem

Drifts into sleep …

The woman, still stitching

Makes the flowers fall in love

And sets the birds free…

My poem — not as a text, but as a living gesture — became the starting point for a new approach in employing this technique across my series of works. The stitches and weaves, which have accompanied me since childhood through clothing and handmade objects, have now transformed into materials from which my visual language takes life. I remain within a trace of the mended threads and textures of being, and every stitch becomes a series of intermittent threads of lived memory and presence, stretching across the fourth dimension of the image — time

Beyond threads and seams, lived materials — from personal garments to hand woven fabrics, dried plants, and even the marks of a needle upon fibers — become mediums through which memory, life, and meaning intertwine. This series is a poetic gesture, shaped through reflective and introspective vision; where the boundaries between life and death, dream and reality blur and emerge simultaneously across the surface of the fabric.