A series where skin becomes a reef, and identity emerges like an organic formation, slow, mineral, and alive.
MANIFESTO
I like when matter spills over the skin.
When the body stops being smooth.
In Coral Tribe, I don’t decorate faces. I let them mutate. Shells, marine textures, calcified reliefs grow as if the ocean had chosen the body as its habitat.
Coral never lives alone.
It recognizes itself, gathers, and builds reefs.
I believe it works the same way for us.
When we resemble one another, we recognize each other.
When we recognize each other, we come together.
Through shared textures, we eventually form a collective.
A tribe.
Like in the oceans.
“Perhaps home is not a place but simply an irrevocable condition.”
James Baldwin
