Where Memory Started...

9 years ago, in the burning heat of July 2017, I stood inside le Jardin Majorelle in Marrakech and closed my eyes beneath the sun.

At the time, it was simply a fleeting moment during a journey — the warmth on my skin, shadows moving across blue walls, the scent of plants suspended in dry summer air. I did not know that this small photograph would quietly stay with me for years.

Nearly a decade later, while building this world through memory, textiles, and fragments of emotion, I found myself returning to that image unexpectedly. When I placed it into my work, I was overwhelmed with emotion and tears.

Not because I longed for the past, but because I suddenly realized that a moment once fully lived had travelled across time and found its place here. The same sunlight that touched my face in Marrakech now lives softly inside my work.

Perhaps this is what I have been searching for all along — a way to preserve the warmth of life itself through my Chinese ink painting and silk, to weave these life traces gently into silk, and allow them to continue breathing through time, with us.