Heaven Has Teeth

Some flowers bloom from wounds. Some prayers survive long after the mouths that whispered them have turned to dust. Heaven Has Teeth is a growing collection of portraits inhabited by saints, ghosts, cicadas, forgotten summers, and things that continue living after they should have ended. These figures exist somewhere between devotion and decay. Their bodies crack, bloom, molt, and remember. Flowers emerge where grief has settled. Insects gather like witnesses. Gold traces the places where something sacred once broke. The first chapter consists of five works. Not a complete story, but an opening wound. More pieces will follow, expanding the world hidden beneath these petals, relics, and silences. Some heavens heal. This one bites back.