The One Who Watched Time Dream -- A surreal portrait of stillness and vision. She is the quiet sentinel at the edge of memory, where clouds drift like forgotten thoughts and the blue bird hovers — a keeper of messages between futures imagined and t

The One Who Watched Time Dream -- A surreal portrait of stillness and vision. She is the quiet sentinel at the edge of memory, where clouds drift like forgotten thoughts and the blue bird hovers — a keeper of messages between futures imagined and time once dreamt.

Echoes in the Vapor of Time -- A portrait adrift in the breath of forgotten hours. She stands where memory dissolves into mist, holding the echo of something once dreamed. A presence felt more than seen. Around her, vapor softens time’s sharp edges,

Echoes in the Vapor of Time -- A portrait adrift in the breath of forgotten hours. She stands where memory dissolves into mist, holding the echo of something once dreamed. A presence felt more than seen. Around her, vapor softens time’s sharp edges, and silence becomes its own language.

Seeds of Prophecy -- She stands between hours—where childhood pain met prophecy. She blew breath into imagination, stitched time into color, and wore the clock on her eye as myth. Above her, the sky holds its breath and her secret. She is the girl

Seeds of Prophecy -- She stands between hours—where childhood pain met prophecy. She blew breath into imagination, stitched time into color, and wore the clock on her eye as myth. Above her, the sky holds its breath and her secret. She is the girl who kept time waiting— imagined her way beyond time, into a world of her own.

Emissary of the Aether -- She faces the world in profile—half in shadow, half in memory. A vintage clock obscures one eye, suspended like a lens between time and perception. A plume of vapor escapes her mouth, suggesting thought, silence, or spirit—

Emissary of the Aether -- She faces the world in profile—half in shadow, half in memory. A vintage clock obscures one eye, suspended like a lens between time and perception. A plume of vapor escapes her mouth, suggesting thought, silence, or spirit— something unsaid finally released. Two birds rest on her shoulders, one red, one white—figures of presence and pause. Their stillness reflects her own: alert, observant, inward. This portrait blurs memory and myth, inviting viewers into a suspended moment— where time breathes, and silence speaks

The Fifth Hour of the Liminal Veil -- A portrait of breath, prophecy, and pattern. She gazes through time’s aperture, holding a vision only she can see. Wrapped in memory and motif, she becomes both map and myth. Doves linger at the edge of the uns

The Fifth Hour of the Liminal Veil -- A portrait of breath, prophecy, and pattern. She gazes through time’s aperture, holding a vision only she can see. Wrapped in memory and motif, she becomes both map and myth. Doves linger at the edge of the unseen, drawn to the silence she commands.

A Ritual with Spirit -- In this luminous vision, Timekeeper 7 is captured mid-ritual — blowing a delicate bubble of breath and possibility, suspended in the ephemeral moment between past and future. Above her head, a clock floats, its hands frozen y

A Ritual with Spirit -- In this luminous vision, Timekeeper 7 is captured mid-ritual — blowing a delicate bubble of breath and possibility, suspended in the ephemeral moment between past and future. Above her head, a clock floats, its hands frozen yet ever-present, marking the fragile thread of time she weaves alongside a vigilant bird companion. on her distorted shoulder , The bird, a symbol of watchful wisdom and liminal passage, co-creates with her as they navigate the unseen currents of the dreamworld. Below her, soft clouds drift within the frame, grounding this liminal figure in a space both airy and infinite — a nexus between the earthly and the mystical. The bubble she blows, fragile and vibrant, embodies the delicate nature of her childhood, time and dreams, expanding and contracting with each breath, a fleeting portal into possibility.

The Architecture Triad -- In this triadic convergence, three figures embody the sacred architecture of time and spirit. To the left, a young woman with a clock for an eye exhales clouds of smoke—an oracle of memory and veiled prophecy. At the center

The Architecture Triad -- In this triadic convergence, three figures embody the sacred architecture of time and spirit. To the left, a young woman with a clock for an eye exhales clouds of smoke—an oracle of memory and veiled prophecy. At the center, a young man gazes straight ahead, his hand resting gently on the shoulder of the young woman to the right, anchoring the present moment in silent witness. To the right, a second young woman blows a delicate bubble, a fragile symbol of creation and ephemeral possibility, with a lone bird perched upon her shoulder—an emblem of spiritual guidance. Together, they weave the intangible threads of past, present, and future, inviting the viewer into liminal spaces where time dissolves and transformation unfolds.