21/01/2026
•The Year I Lost Myself to Find Myself•
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In 2016, I was in London, chasing cats, peacocks, foxes, and squirrels in the freetime, as an urban Snow White, until my father’s severe breakdown brought me back home.
That return marked the start of self-awareness.
The fashion world had drained me, and I finally acknowledged its toxicity. What shocked me was the depth of the wounds it had inflicted over the years.
I craved space to explore, to draw, to get lost in colors, embroidery, ceramics, hand-printing, to revive forgotten skills. I attended creative workshops around the country meeting so many interesting people that i still keep into my heart as part of that journey.
That year i cut my hair for the very first time and the sketch of a bob-cut me with a black cat i drew while traveling to reach some workshops, remains dear as a memory of that time. - that’s why it’s still there - just the length of hair updated🦦
In 2016, I felt lost, but the kind of lost that feels like freedom. I was on a quest to rekindle my curiosity, experimenting with every technique i need, to feel alive again.
It was chaos and liberation.
Little did I know, some months after, in the new year, the journey would led me to Istanbul, discovering just by chance the alchemy of metal – the missing piece of fire I’d been searching for 🔥⚒️
♥️🐜
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