Blossoms in the Dust

After stepping into the muddy floodwater,

I collected what was left behind, broken, forgotten, soaked.

This collage holds the quiet beauty that still blossoms in the middle of loss.

In the aftermath of destruction, I found pieces of lives once lived, torn letters, worn-out cloth, and fragments of memory soaked in silence. I didn’t just gather objects; I gathered stories of the ones that were about to be washed away.

This work is a tribute to resilience. To those small, unnoticed moments that survive tragedy. To beauty that refuses to vanish, even when everything else is gone. It’s about finding hope in decay, and how even in the dirtiest, most broken corners, something still dares to bloom.