In the Sultanate of Oman, almost dead center of the southern shore of the Arabian Peninsula where the smell of frankincense is omnipresent, I came across a royal medallion which expanded my dimensions and perceptions. This medallion, unsuitable for wearing due to its large size, forms the basis of stories and portraits about a diverse society in constant transformation. These stories and portraits about changes in form or appearance, about internal shifts that align you with yourself, and/or of skill areas that need to be examined or changed, became, in their own way... Medallions of Transformation.
In the Sultanate of Oman, almost dead center of the southern shore of the Arabian Peninsula where the smell of frankincense is omnipresent, I came across a royal medallion which expanded my dimensions and perceptions. This medallion, unsuitable for wearing due to its large size, forms the basis of stories and portraits about a diverse society in constant transformation. These stories and portraits about changes in form or appearance, about internal shifts that align you with yourself, and/or of skill areas that need to be examined or changed, became, in their own way... Medallions of Transformation.
