the hand behind the brush
I am Caroline.
Artist, mother, wanderer of the world.
My life has been a tapestry woven from places far and near, each thread dyed in the colors of experience, each knot a story.
Now, I live in Iran, where the air carries the scent of rosewater and saffron, and the light falls like silk over ancient walls.
I believe life itself is art — not only in the canvas and the brush, but in the way we walk through a garden, sip tea at sunrise, or let the wind play with our hair.