A garden that has no autumn, as in the spring of my memory, it sprouts again and again.
In the beginning, branches of Rosemary bush in the corner of our garden were an excuse to immerse in design experiences. But the story began when the bush was filled with purple colored flowers, that’s when I realized the importance of time. Not to lose this spectrum of purple and green colors, I had to keep a record of everything.
Experiencing such fear of oblivion was my door to the world of colors and shapes. Collection ahead is an attempt to record of my perception of a phenomenon that will no longer exist tomorrow. To me, “Forgotten Garden” is a world adorned with designs of plants to demonstrate the importance of shape and color in remembering.