the travels

I am nomadic. I read the world like an open book, learning its voices, its silences, its colors, and I transform them into art that seeks to unite through beauty. Humanity longs always to belong, to root itself somewhere. Yet within the imagined realm of my horse, borders dissolve, horizons open, and peoples begin to speak to one another in a shared language of wonder.

And so I dream of taking my horse around the world—no matter its form. Whether carved in stone, drawn on paper, or rising as a monument beneath the sky, it carries the same spirit. Each transformation becomes a mirror for the culture it encounters, each appearance a gesture of connection. In its endless journey, the horse is not only mine—it belongs to everyone who dares to imagine.