Cyd-Kassandra Fernando

Featured: July 7th, 2025

Here, you see no atelier. No silence. No sanctified vacuum. My research exists within people, spontaneous trips, and in the folds of an antique skirt. Soft-edged, overheated, and sprawling. This is frivolity as method - the accidental pageantry of life. My practice begins not in stillness, but in transit: market fabrics spilling from bags, unfinished meals beside sketches, a train receipt marked with lipstick and thread. The materials are everywhere - yards of haberdashery, rusted charms, rouge flowers split open in the sun. Friends become collaborators, lovers become texture. Laughter and heat build the composition long before any brush or needle is picked up. Every image I’ve shared here is a reliquary: a fragment, a stain, a shimmer caught mid-collapse. I make work inside the world, not away from it. What I offer is an archive of what’s already being repurposed into something else. There is no separation between my Art and the wild beyond. The crux of my work is embedded in worldliness. Art is life in excess. My studio is simply the place where beauty insists on being seen - you can be gorgeous anywhere.