Built like altars not to gods but to the parts of ourselves we often keep hidden, these works examine symbols of identity, vitality, and decay where dried bits of flora stand in for the human soul: capable of immense beauty, but also of bruising, withering, and fading away. Each piece is assembled from discarded and found materials — oil-drenched flora, vintage dictionary entries, reclaimed surfaces, and string — becoming shrines to resilience and reckoning.