Darya Sokolova

From the whispers of Kazakh winds to the golden hush of Dubai's dunes, Darya stitches memory, place, and soul into every thread of her art.

Darya is not merely an artist — she is a weaver of worlds. Her hands remember the crisp breath of Kazakh mountains, the emerald hush of Singapore’s rainforests, and the ever-evolving rhythm of Dubai’s skyline. With macramé knots like whispered spells, resin that catches the light of old suns, and mixed media that speaks in layered dialects, she gives voice to silent stories. Her portraits do not pose — they gaze back. Women who hold storms in their stare and softness in their silence. They are born from memory, movement, and myth. Educated first by tradition, then by travel, Darya carries the elegance of classical training wrapped in the wild cloak of global experience. Every exhibition she joins becomes a constellation in her ever-expanding sky, and every work, a moment suspended between nostalgia and now. Hers is a dream stitched not in sleep, but in string, pigment, and courage.

There is a quiet rebellion in Darya’s work — a gentle defiance against silence, against forgetting. Her creations are offerings to the eternal feminine: fierce, fluid, and free. In her layered textures and earthy palettes, you’ll find stories that transcend language — stories told through the curve of a thread, the shimmer of resin, the echo of shadows on canvas. Each piece is both sanctuary and mirror — a place where history hums softly beneath modernity, where heritage and imagination entwine like roots of an old tree growing toward new skies. Darya doesn’t just make art; she channels it — letting her soul move through materials, until what remains is not just a work, but a presence. Her journey is not linear, but cyclical — always returning, always evolving, always becoming.