The Myth Wing
Enter a room of goddesses, dragons, forgotten women, and stories that refused to disappear.
Here, ancient myths are taken down from their shelves and invited to speak again. Some arrive through fragments, damaged manuscripts, archaeological landscapes, or stories rewritten by generations of strangers. Others appear unexpectedly, carrying questions that still belong to us.
These are not scholarly translations or attempts to reconstruct a perfect past. They are illustrated conversations across time, created through curiosity, research, intuition, and imagination.
Curator’s Note
I am interested in the places where stories become strange.
Why was one goddess reduced to a footnote? Why was another turned into a villain? What might remain beneath the version that survived?
I do not believe myths are dead things. They change names, migrate across borders, gather new meanings, and wait for someone to listen again.
Current Exhibits
Wander through the completed books, works in progress, and stories still gathering their forms.
Athena (In Progress)
Not merely a warrior, but an inventor, strategist, craftswoman, and keeper of practical wisdom.
Medea (in progress)
Before she became a villain, she was a goddess, healer, sorceress, and rider of dragons.
The Unfinished Cabinet
Arianrhod, Branwen, Inanna, Coatlicue, Psyche, Persephone, and others are still waiting in the wings.
Sophia: She Remembers Her Name
An illustrated story of wisdom, forgetting, and the long journey back to oneself.
Once They Were Dragons
An illustrated journey through dragons, transformation, courage, and the strange creatures waiting at the borders of the known world.
Stories Are Medicine
Stories cannot erase grief, repair every wound, or return what has been lost. But they can give shape to experiences that otherwise remain unnamed.
A story can restore dignity to someone who was made monstrous. It can return complexity to a woman flattened into a warning. It can remind us that identity is not fixed by the worst thing that happened to us.
Sometimes the medicine is recognition.
Sometimes it is defiance.
Sometimes it is simply remembering one’s own name.
That connects Sophia, your mythology work, your clinical background, and your broader worldview without cramming them into a biography.