Free, like flying in the wind. In the golden time of childhood. Pinwheels were particles of my most colorful memories. Spinning with joy, they marked moments of celebration — passing quickly, yet remaining alive.

 

My work emerges from these remembered winds, from a time when freedom felt light and effortless but now they are shaped out of stone. They carry the weight of time. Their movement is slower, more deliberate, bearing memory with each rotation.