Sankofa (The Door of Return)
Within the corroded skin of metal, the Sankofa bird waits—its neck turned backward, its body facing forward. To open the door is to enact remembrance: the gesture itself becomes ritual.
Rust and gold speak in the same breath here—one born of time and salt, the other of offering and light. Delicate seeds and metal beads line the threshold like guardians of passage, whispering that memory is not decay but transformation.
Inside, reflection and ancestry meet. The mirror does not just return an image—it asks: What have you forgotten that you must retrieve to go on?
