a living dream seen twice; once closed, once opened.

in the stillness behind closed eyes, where longing stirs and imagination paints in color. Then it breathes again, eyes open, in fabric, in form, in the curve of a letter or the texture of a moment held. HAUS OF OMA lives between those two visions, the inner world and the one we shape with our hands; turning emotion into object, memory into matter, and dreams into something you can touch.

POSTCARDS FROM THE SUN

worn whispers • carrying the memory •