She’s not woven, not exactly drawn—but something in between. Thread Memory captures a figure stitched from movement, suggestion, and something like silence. Her form is made of tangled, flowing lines—each one winding its own quiet path, as if the paper itself is trying to remember how a body moves.
There’s no face, no clear beginning or end, just a gesture caught mid-turn. Arms reach and dissolve, legs taper into near-nothing. The dress, if you can call it that, spins with the illusion of motion—knotted and alive like thought made visible.
This print doesn’t ask to be understood. It asks to be felt—like déjà vu, or the outline of a dream you almost kept.
—Printed on fine art paper, 40 x 40 cm. Best viewed slowly, with soft light and no rush.
