Chronicles
The Man Who Weaves Stories in Wire
“The eyes see, the hands remember. Slowly, it takes form. People smile, they praise, but that does not fill the stomach. Still, I keep making. If I sit still, I’ll...
The Man Who Weaves Stories in Wire
“The eyes see, the hands remember. Slowly, it takes form. People smile, they praise, but that does not fill the stomach. Still, I keep making. If I sit still, I’ll...
Chapdi: One amongst Lac
In the corridors of myth and the corners of quiet workshops, Lac moves—fragile, fiery, enduring. It first arrived to me not as a material, but as a memory. A screen...
Chapdi: One amongst Lac
In the corridors of myth and the corners of quiet workshops, Lac moves—fragile, fiery, enduring. It first arrived to me not as a material, but as a memory. A screen...