Salamisim began not with an image, but with a word that lingered. This entry traces the quiet unfolding of a fragmented painting series shaped by reflection, poetry, and the moments that return until they find a place on the canvas.

A return to the quiet discipline of morning: carving space for art, honouring my time, and remembering the fearless child who always followed her curiosity.

A black‑and‑white photo became the quiet starting point for Wired Dayz — a moment of noticing before the making, where immersion, contemplation, and silence shape what comes next.