The Bird, The Heart & The Flower…
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 Holy Mountain – Jodorowsky
For the idle hands inbetween.
Silly stitches and vintage textiles.