Petunia

Born from a deep childhood fear of walking past my mother's porcelain clown dolls and mask collection in the dead of night, this piece is an exploration of that unease. I channel the unsettling stillness and surreal dread of those moments, transforming them into visual language as a way to confront and process the lingering impact. This work evokes the eerie quiet, the watchful eyes, and the sense of being seen by something not quite alive.