Dream Home

The Void

Womb

Untitled

The fall

The scapegoat

Mata and the swans

By God, this lady really knows how to die.

The crossing

Rainbows and unicorns

I am a woman who enjoys herself very much; sometimes I lose, sometimes I win.

I was not content at home...

The dance is a poem of which every move is a word.

A harlot yes, but a traitress, never!

The song of the stork

The mother of ruins

Lingua canis dum lingit vulnus curat

The judgement of the nations

Sea no evil here no evil

The Sacrifice

Stage Fright

Settlement

Rite de Passage

Turning a blind eye

Politique de ventre

Pan-Cyprian

Migration

Migrant Vs Refugees

Hunting Season 2015 Chinese ink on Natron paper 29.7 x 42 cm

Displacement

Dejavu

Culture Club

A Biotope

Colony