Creatrix of Mind Flowers

Mind Flowers emerges as a source of my own psyche's deeper longings. A wondrous journey toward the unconscious, where beauty, diversity, and mystery intertwine, invoking wonder and the primordial urge to connect. Through my art, I try to offer a glimpse into the unknown, a bridge between the internal and external worlds. I want to help you remember your own depth. Worlds you might have long forgotten or long to embrace more. 

Sculptures

The sculptures presented here are my whole heart. My gift to you. Serving you as quietly living reminders of worlds long forgotten. Of inner movement that searches a way to emerge. Treat them as living beings, because your soul will be touched through them.

Each sculpture is born from a place of profound emotional exploration, formed with the intention of being discovered by that one soul who resonates with its essence. In their quiet presence, I believe they offer the gentlest form of art, one that whispers directly to the soul.

Art Prints

There is a particular allure in kaleidoscopes, their infinite shapes and colours spinning like fragments of reality itself. Their endless patterns just seem to encapsulate both the shadowed and the soft, pastel dimensions of reality in the most accurate way. It's as though these fragments of patterns remind us of the vastness that surrounds us.

The prints I offer here are attempts to capture that elusive rapture, to create windows into a world that is both mesmerising and strange. Playing with perception and reception. 

Incense

The incense offered here on Mind Flowers is handmade by the temple women of Nepal, who craft each stick in silence. It is my little rebellion against the mass production of artificial fragrance that disturbs our energy field rather than cleansing it. A reminder to remember the art of ritual.

As the incense burns, it fills the air with a gentle serenity, connecting you to your own divine energy. 

Reflections

There exists within each of us a world unseen, a realm where gods whisper and the mind fractures, where healing is not a linear path but a descent into darkness and chaos. My reflections are born from this space, where myth and madness intertwine. Writing about how losing my mind was the necessary prelude to finding and learning the language of my own soul. A never-ending story .

Texts about wounds left by forgotten gods, the sickness of modernity, and the archetypal forces that seek expression through dreams and symbols. This is the mythological terrain of my self-exploration, where the broken self is both the wound and the healer, the exile and the return.