I believe art should have roots.
I begin in the garden, a practice rooted in my Greek heritage, where nature, patience, and care have always been cherished. After years spent moving within environments that felt inhospitable to growth, I chose to stop, and poured my energy into cultivating my own garden. Tending to the soil became my refuge, and the garden grew into a space of beauty and calm that I wanted to preserve year-round, not just in the summer months.
My garden rests in the Hamptons, where the light shifts softly across the land and the seasons mark time with quiet clarity. Here, the rhythms of the coast shape the way things grow. The landscape itself teaches patience.
My journey truly began at the Southampton Parrish Art Museum, where I discovered a simple toy for pressing flowers. I bought it on a whim, started experimenting, and found a passion that fulfils me every day.
Every flower I use is grown by hand, tended with patience, and shaped by time. My work starts long before creation with soil, seasons, weather, and care.
What I make comes from a desire to bring the outside in - to let a garden live beyond its moment, beyond its bloom, beyond its season. By preserving flowers, I give fleeting beauty a second life, one that can be lived with and held close.
Nothing here is rushed. Growth cannot be hurried. Each piece carries the memory of where it came from, the hands that planted it, the sunlight that shaped it, the quiet hours spent watching it grow.
I honor imperfection. No two flowers are the same, and no two works ever will be. This is not mass production. This is presence.
My art exists at the intersection of nature and home. It is meant to soften spaces, to remind us of slowness, of care, of the beauty found in living things.
This is my way of preserving time.
This is my way of letting the garden live on.
