Lost Souls is about us, drifting through life with questions that never seem to find their answers. It reflects the feeling of moving through the world without a clear path, without knowing where we’re truly headed or what lies beyond what we can see. In this work, I imagine people not as fully grounded beings but as wandering souls, searching, hoping, longing. Suspended in motion.

When we are young, the world feels endless and full of promise. We’re told that anything is possible, that happiness is just around the corner. But as we grow older, we begin to understand that life doesn’t owe us anything. The future is not a path we can draw with certainty. We begin to feel the weight of unpredictability. We learn that no matter how much we plan or dream, the course of life often follows its own force.

There’s a quiet sadness in that realization but also a kind of truth. Lost Souls doesn’t try to answer the big questions. It simply creates space for them. What are we doing here? Where are we going? And what do we hold on to when nothing feels certain?

The figures in this series appear unanchored, floating through undefined spaces. They are not ghosts. They are us. They carry their memories and fears, their love, their longing, and most of all—their hope. Even when we feel lost, there is something that keeps us moving. A light we can’t name. A belief that something good might still come.

This work is as much about me as it is about all of us.