Z-8 is not a gallery.
It is a space between spaces /.

>>> Sculptures of feeling

+++ time and space translated +++

{  An altar for ether and form / memory and light / time / space / nature } 

HI ~*

I’m Zoe, a multidisciplinary artist working under the moniker Z8.

Nice to meet you ~*


My work lives in the space between spirit and matter —


a translation of what I hear when I listen deeply:
to the wind, the stillness, the body’s quiet knowing.

Z8 is an alchemy of form and ether.


A meditation on consciousness, time, and elemental memory.

Where presence becomes a portal that suspends

linear time >

Let’s connect >>> email for inquiries + commissions ~*

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  • born from the space between spirit and matter,
this piece is an ode to the guardians of unseen realms.

    Those who move between dimensions as protectors and messengers. It is for the child who once spoke with the wind, climbed mountains like old friends,
and whispered to the waters of the running creek.

  • a portal into the memory of elemental wisdom —
of being guided by energies beyond language,
of listening to mountains,
of laying bare your spirit beside the water. It is a love letter to the waters of the Earth.

    Each texture is a conversation.
Each layer, a breath between realms. It is a field of remembrance and portal —
It is a return to the mountains and creeks.

  • DRAGON PROPERTIES Z8 / object no. 08 — 1 OF 1

    AVAILABLE — MESSAGE FOR INQUIRY.

  • “The wound is where the light enters.” — Rumi.

    This is my offering to those who grieve deeply, love deeply, and alchemize their pain into something powerful.

    HEART ALCHEMI was created in a season of loss—
    when the sky felt too far away,
    and the body carried more memory than it could hold.

    It began as a way to touch what couldn’t be spoken.
    The slow ache of heartbreak.
    The strange stillness after someone leaves.
    The echo of grief when no one else can hear it.

    I created it for that threshold—
    where something sacred falls apart,
    and nothing looks the same after.
    The moment when you realize love, in all its forms,
    can crack you open just to show you
    the different forms of her.

    This piece is an altar for transformation.
    For the moments we dissolve,
    and meet ourselves in our deepest depths.

    HEART ALCHEMI carries the imprint of that journey—
    from breaking to blooming again.
    From ashes to form — butterflies becoming.

  • Like the body of a butterfly liquefying in the cocoon, becoming formless before it ever learns to fly— this piece is a record of that same alchemy. Where pain becomes portal. Where light enters through the wound.

    Each texture—plastic film, dried flowers, cloth, pigment—
    holds a fragment of feeling.
    A timestamp of surrender.
    A memory of choosing to stay soft,
    when the world asked you to go hard.

    It is not polished, but it is whole.
    It does not pretend to be fine.
    It remembers.

  • NAME: HEART ALCHEMI — object no. 06 / one of one

    AVAILABLE — MESSAGE FOR INQUIRY.

  • feelings: a meditation on time and offerings

    Orchids as vessels of presence—quiet symbols of care, lineage, and return. In Chinese culture, gifted not just as flowers, but as gestures of reverence. A soft continuity. The feminine in motion. Held, handed down. A moment suspended: Holding. Blooming. Dissolving. Beginning again.

  • MEMORIES OF ORCHIDS — object no. 04 / one of one

    AVAILABLE — MESSAGE FOR INQUIRY.

  • created while reflecting on my relationship with marijuana

    My first joint was rolled with ‘College Rule’ paper in the J building bathroom of my high school during sophomore year. It hurt like hell — there was a reason line paper wasn’t meant to be smoked. Over the next 17 years, my relationship with weed has ebbed and flowed.

    I catch myself no longer feeling high, or needing more and more to maintain the same peace. What was once a gift became a dependence. At times it has been an experience marked by reverence and sacredness, other times a path through avoidance, numbness, in the search for presence.

    What makes a ritual sacred, and what makes it dependence? Is it a reaching habit born of disconnection, or is there intention?

    This piece holds those questions: What are you running from? Are you treating her as sacred?

  • thc is an offering to maryjane not just as a substance, but as a consciousness: a teacher of stillness, expansion, and return. a relic of presence. a re-patterning. a blessing in green when treated with reverence and intention.

    weed, like any force, mirrors the intention brought to it. in the liminal spaces—between high and not high, shadow and light, wanting and release—the whole begins to be witnessed.

  • THC Z8 / object no. 420 — 1 OF 1

    AVAILABLE — MESSAGE FOR INQUIRY.

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