I began Roses of Ties with a simple belief: that pain could be transformed into something beautiful.
A tie becomes a rose. A personal object becomes a work of art. When words fall short, the invisible becomes tangible – something we can hold. Today, many of us wear Roses of Ties close to the heart.
I did not yet know how much grief the world could hold.
People began bringing me their ties, along with stories of love, separation, war, and loneliness.
The roses kept blooming.
And still, it hurts.