Losing hair in dreams speaks of fading vitality, a quiet nearness to death, a sign that the body or mind is worn. Hair, last to decay, makes me wonder what truly forms an “entity”: are we only flesh, or something more enduring. It is a fragile eternity in a world where nothing lasts. This tension bet
ween what persists and what breaks guided my work. Hair remains, before and after death, holding the memory of the fleeting body. I translated this through burned polyester edges, melting into strength and fragility, and through paint strokes that fade and return. Length becomes eternity; interruptions become the end, the moment the hair gives way.
Womenswear, Embellishment, Women's
Painting
jersey, Mousseline
