Hello, I’m Carla.

I create from memory.
From grief.
From the quiet ache of becoming.

Twenty years ago, I lost my mother and gave birth to my daughter — in the same year.
Grief and life braided together.
That was the beginning.

I searched for photographs of my mother and found almost none.
No quiet portraits.
No stillness that held her the way I remember her.

That absence changed me.

What I create began there —
not as a service,
but as a way to hold what disappears.

If you are here, you may be someone who feels the weight of memory.
Someone who understands that being seen is not vanity — it is preservation.