I see the world through bipolar weather. Scent is my memory speaking back. This work is not looking for balance. It is learning how to stay

I see the world through bipolar disorder not as a diagnosis, but as an atmospheric condition that alters color, sensation, and the way memory moves through the body. My work emerges from this shifting climate.

I create visual and olfactory artworks that explore emotional states that refuse resolution. The paintings, moving images, and scents unfold in the space between rupture and repair where longing becomes architecture and air becomes a carrier of memory. Fragrance, for me, is not worn. It is inhabited. Each scent acts as an emotional climate, a sensory document of a moment the mind cannot fully hold but the body refuses to forget. These works do not illustrate bipolar disorder; they produce its weather manic voltage, depressive quiet, tender equilibrium, and the fragile brightness in between. Through this practice, I pursue one central question: How can an artwork allow us to live inside the feelings that once broke us?

I am still learning the shape of my own weather.

A scent remembers what the mind edits.

I tried to leave certain feelings, but they followed me into the air.

Some storms are internal. Some are inherited.