Lucia Femia

As seen on @ladygaga "the fly witch" look on @ada_heyya photografed by @sarasahores 🖤 Wings by @_f3m14_ 🖤 Makeup by @jjennaartistry 🖤

We are excited to share the artists who will take part in our upcoming exhibition 𝓣𝓻𝓪𝓶𝓪 ✶ Alix Bugat (@aquabubz ) Anton Femia (@primordialbr0th ) Daniela León (@danielalaleon ) Clara Yeelen Louis (@clarayeelen ) Coline Cornélis (@cocornel ) Fadi Houmani (@fadi.houmani ) Flore Ascencio (@flore_ascencio ) Julia Ben Moussa (@juliabenmoussa ) Lucia Femia (@f3m14 ) Matthildur Valfells (@matthildur.v ) Natasha Nina (@natashagatasha ) Sarah Kerlovéou (@sarahkerlov ) Sioban Lopez-Dailland (@ixsslo ) Tristan Bründler (@tristan.brundler ) 🫶🏽 Join-us to re-narrate our world from April 4 to 11 at LaVallée in Brussels. Graphic design: @fadi.houmani

Curando & breathing grounds present 𝓣𝓻𝓪𝓶𝓪, an ever-changing web, a space of metamorphosis. Join-us to re-narrate our world from April 4 to 11 at LaVallée in Brussels. • Art Exhibition — April 4-11 • Vernissage with performances & DJ sets — April 4, 4-10PM • Cabaret Marcel — April 8, 8-10:30PM • Club Night — April 10, 10PM-4AM More info coming soon Thanks to @loterienationaleloterij players for their support

𝑻𝒆 𝒆𝒙𝒕𝒓𝒂ñ𝒐 (…) Pienso en ti y me doy cuenta de que Detalles desaparecen Como? ¿Cómo puedo re-atraparlos? Se me cae el pelo  (…)  ¿Dónde está mi pelo?  (…) Y no tendré miedo si no me reconoces  Si mi pelo no es el mismo Porque lo estaré buscando  (…) Pensé que no era de aquí ni de allá  Y dejé mi pelo por aquí y por allá Ahora cultivo más Pero busco también los que dejé  (...) exhibition WIP curated by @hi_it_s_bobby 14/12/2025

𝑻𝒆 𝒆𝒙𝒕𝒓𝒂ñ𝒐 (…) Pienso en ti y me doy cuenta de que Detalles desaparecen Como? ¿Cómo puedo re-atraparlos? Se me cae el pelo (…) ¿Dónde está mi pelo? (…) Y no tendré miedo si no me reconoces Si mi pelo no es el mismo Porque lo estaré buscando (…) Pensé que no era de aquí ni de allá Y dejé mi pelo por aquí y por allá Ahora cultivo más Pero busco también los que dejé (...) exhibition WIP curated by @Amy 14/12/2025

𝒩áñ𝒶𝓇𝒶𝓈 ᴬᵖᵃʳⁱᶜⁱóⁿ - 2025 recuperated wood, faux fur, synthetic hair, found objects Los Ángeles Sanadores are creatures of ñáñaras. Innocent and unsettling, playful yet charged with ancient weight. They wonder across dimensions without intention, inflicting awe and fear, the kind that makes the skin crisp and the mind alert with curiosity. They collect our braided hair, wearing it as adornment, the way children imitate adults in order to understand the world around them. Attracted by our totems, by the fragile anchors we place in the world, they heal. But… Do they know it? Do they need to? They exist in that paradox where care is instinctive, not conscious, where healing happens without purpose, and tenderness is Made in Abyss. written by @_f3m14_ curated by @itssophnow 📷 @manologutierrezruiz

𝒩áñ𝒶𝓇𝒶𝓈 ů̸̬͓͇̪͔͌̆̒̃̍͆̎n̵̡̨̗̲̙̜̅̒̋̀̍͐͂̌̈́ ̶͖̱̈́̈́͋͝m̵͍͑̒à̶̧̨̖̫̟͙̙̔̌̑p̶̧͈͊̋ả̴̝͔͊́͗̔̕ ̷̡͙͍̺̲͚̲̩͕͌̚p̶̘͠a̴̖̗̠̖̯͐͊͊̇̏̋͝r̶̜̝̈́͐̂̏̂̃̉̑̋ǡ̴̛̠̩̲̥̳̪̺̲̭͕̈́ ̷̡̛̩̩̎͛̓̍̀̉͘ị̴̬͔͓͍͗̋̒̎̾͜͝͠r̵͙̙͇͈̞͕͗̒ ̶̥̈́͊d̴̡͖̤͚͚̖̈̓̑͘o̵̭̥͔͚̽̍͑̆͆͂̔̂͠n̴̮̯̪͔̩̉̒͊̏̎d̷̨̰͖̀͌̂̒̏́̈́͆̕͘é̵̳͖̭̘͎̘̣͓͂̆͒͑̀̇?̷̤͚͈̘͖̟̞͊͆͐̏̏͆͂ recuperate fabrics, recuperated objects, pastels I heard that Angels Live Forever, but they are born from magic cocoons. 𝘶𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘱𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘪𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦? is a map to experience ñáñaras. Lost inside a dream, I wove it from the fallen skins of their envelopes, remnants of transformation left behind. This map does not guide… It hesitates. It trembles between destination and disorientation, between faith and doubt. Like the sensation of ñáñaras itself, it resists clarity, inviting the body to feel its way rather than understand. The path is made of shedding, of becoming, of listening to what no longer has a name. Navigation lingers in that spellbound interval where one does not know where they are going, only that something unseen is gently, insistently pulling them forward. written by @_f3m14_ curated by @itssophnow 📷 1 & 4 @manologutierrezruiz 📷 2 & 3 @itssophnow

𝒩áñ𝒶𝓇𝒶𝓈 pencil on recuperated paper 20/11/2025 to 21/11/2025 curated by @itssophnow

𝒩áñ𝒶𝓇𝒶𝓈 🎀  𝒟🍬 𝓎🌸𝓊 𝓇𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇¿  🎀 - 2025 recuperated fabrics, pastel en fabric, printing Sometimes in my bedroom, it’s hard to differentiate what is real and what is not. Especially in the early morning, when my mind and my body are slowly trying to touch each other again. Tender ñáñaras often dwell there, between sheets and shadows, dreams and memory. Girl and woman speak to one another, exchanging myths from the East and the West. Fragments of inner geographies flicker between the familiar and the strange. Re-membering is never passive but bodily: stitching together what time, distance, and displacement have pulled apart. In the half-light between dream and wakefulness, memory does not return whole, it returns transformed and shimmering. written by @_f3m14_ curated by @itssophnow 📷 1, 2 & 3 @manologutierrezruiz 📷 4 @itssophnow

𝒩áñ𝒶𝓇𝒶𝓈 ժׁׅ݊ꫀׁׅܻ⨍ꫀׁׅܻꪀׁׅᝯׁꫀׁׅܻ ϐׁׅ֒υׁׅժׁׅ݊ᧁׁꫀׁׅܻtׁׅ ꪱׁׅ & ժׁׅ݊ꫀׁׅܻ⨍ꫀׁׅܻꪀׁׅᝯׁꫀׁׅܻ ϐׁׅ֒υׁׅժׁׅ݊ᧁׁꫀׁׅܻtׁׅ ꪱׁׅꪱׁׅ - 2024 recuperated fabrics and plastics, found objects The other day I was looking for a series to watch, something meaningless, something that could shut down my brain. I got the ñáñaras when I realized that many of my recommendations were violent, war-driven animes. How deeply rooted are the Western myths of war and domination that hold our world together? Passed down from Greco-Roman empires and Christian conquest, they still whisper their logic into our contemporary structures… They continue to shape the way we build, defend, and believe. How is our mass-produced reality built? I imagine it as a dried skin, cracked, rigid, its crevices forming the scars of ancient wars, hardened into symbols. How can I moisturize this skin? How can I soften it without forgetting its wounds? I want to caress those remaining cicatrices, heal them, but also feel what still pulses beneath. written by @_f3m14_ curated by @itssophnow 📷 1, 2 & 3 @itssophnow 📷 4 & 5 @manologutierrezruiz

𝒩áñ𝒶𝓇𝒶𝓈 𝘐𝘯 𝘔𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘤𝘰, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 ñáñ𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯-𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳, 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘧𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘶𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘐𝘵 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘵𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘺: 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘺, 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘴 𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴. (...) 20/11/2025 to 21/11/2025 artists @_f3m14_ @hi_it_s_bobby @_daughterisbusy written and curated by @itssophnow 📷 @manologutierrezruiz

"Nothing unseen" for @luncheonmagazine 10th anniversary, shot by @labembika @huxley Thank you @jeanieus and @samuelsoonn for styling and choosing to feature a piece of mine 🖤 @bebe.parnell wears "the fly witch" from my final @bafcsm collection Wings by @_f3m14_ Hair by @sophie_jane_anderson Makeup by @beccawordingham Casting by @affaosman Photo assistant @gorodeckaya Produced by @angelsproduction.ltd