A flightless wing, an all-seeing petal, blood filled tears & a forever bleeding heart.

For all of the endless deaths, lived over and over. Fucking imperfect little stitches. Perfectly painful.

For the bird, the heart & the flower…

“We are images, dreams, photographs.
We must not stay here.”
The Alchemist
The Holy Mountain – Jodorowsky

For the idle hands inbetween.
Silly stitches and vintage textiles.