Home

On a frozen shore of distant recollections, my home rests its old bones. It is not a dwelling but a feeling of being one with a place that accepts you entirely. The path towards the paradise's gates has long been overgrown by weeds and poison ivy. But my heart remembers the warm glow of its imperfect love and comforting serenity. Rest, my tender angel. Be at peace, my home. 💗 A collection shaped by the quiet ache of remembering a place that no longer exists as it once did. These artworks explore the idea of home as something deeper than walls or geography — a feeling, a warmth, a belonging that lives in memory even when the path back has grown wild and unreachable. Each piece carries the softness of imperfect love, the serenity of acceptance, and the bittersweet glow of a sanctuary held in the heart rather than the world. Rest, My Tender Angel is a gentle tribute to the homes that shaped us, the ones we outgrew, and the ones that continue to hold us long after we’ve left.