Louisa Owen’s sculpture and drawings inhabit a space between architecture and dream. Using materials that carry their own histories, including antique paper and the thorns of wild roses, she constructs fragile towers, spires, and imagined structures that feel at once protective and precarious. These works stretch upward, evoking sanctuaries, ruins, and half-remembered fortresses shaped as much by longing as by function.

Across both wall-based and floor works, Owen’s practice draws on the psychological terrain of memory. Her imagery recalls the atmosphere of fairytales, where the enchantment of childhood edges toward unease and vulnerability. Forests, castles, and moonlit landscapes dissolve into liminal spaces that hover between the familiar and the otherworldly.

Owen treats fragility not as a limitation but as a generative force. By balancing intimacy with monumentality, and tenderness with quiet threat, she creates worlds that acknowledge both the desire for refuge and the instability of permanence.