Writing is the thread that weaves through all my creative expressions, the space where thought and feeling merge into form. Even when not always shared, it is the rawest facet of my practice, the one that holds everything together—my way of making sense of things—where intuition and reasoning, hands and mind, memory and projection all search for a voice. And maybe that is ultimately what I am seeking, as a creative, as a woman navigating this world.

In writing, my process is not only narrated but deeply felt, revealing the undercurrents that shape my work across disciplines. It transcends the boundaries of material, distilling the essence of what drives me—an unfolding of inner landscapes that materialize in design, art, and every act of making. Writing is also an act of resistance in a suffocating world—it is my breath. Often shifting between Portuguese and English, as if one alone could never contain it all—attempting to translate both the tangible and the ineffable.