This is an anamorphic landscape. Here, perception bends and stories unfold only when you move, when you look again, when you dare to see differently.
At its heart stands a breathing body, wrapped in different fabrics, threads, and textures overlap; dyed, stitched, torn or repaired, revealing time, memory, and transformation. Here fabric becomes a vessel for memory, gesture, and exchange.
Flow. A tree defying boundaries. This tapestry was born from a tree that broke through the cemetery of Bashoura. A vision suspended between life and death, decay and bloom. From one angle, it speaks of endings; from another, renewal.
