







Born from quiet grief and a flickering memory of walking Thailand’s temples in peacetime, this collection stands as a lament. As borders burn and history repeats, these sculptural figures rise—shrouded in shadow and sovereignty. Their towering crowns—part halo, part weapon—evoke ancient power and future reckoning. No flags. No emblems. Just silhouettes of defiance and mourning, cloaked in black velvet. This is not a political statement. It is a human one.