Flora as Oracle
Flora as Oracle, the body becomes both altar and terrain- a landscape where prophecy roots itself not in fire, but in stem, petal, and root.
Born from a dream in which a vine emerged from my mouth, these works speak to an ancient truth: that the voice, when untethered from domination, becomes a wild thing - alive, tangled, divine. The oracle is not distant, cloaked in marble halls. She rises from the soil. She lives among the flowers. She weeps with the seasons.