When we visit Toufan Hosseiny in her Brussels home, the morning is unfolding. She lives here with her partner Virgile and their two-year-old daughter, Amytis. Listening to her, a rhythm appears: early mornings, cooking, mending, slow handwork. Cotton simmers in a pot with avocado peel as we speak.
Their house in Ixelles, just off Fernand Cocq square, is part family home, part studio. Upstairs, that mix shows itself. Home-dyed fabrics in soft tones rest on an ironing board. Pastel quilts with mask-like faces hang on the walls. In her mending, scars stay visible, becoming part of something new.
Over coffees and teas, our conversation moves from art and identity to small domestic rituals: clothes, cooking, and a child’s fascination with frozen bananas.