The echos of your younger self, the future. The call of things unknown; the whisper of knowledge bone deep. Of what is, what could be, how many choices lead to this bypass?
Hand-dyed wool, cotton stitches, glass beads and 100 vintage sequins, nestled into the hollow
Burn bright, embrace the embers that must form. Grey against the bright blue,green,orange flames. Keep making, keep dreaming, keep yourself close.
Hand-dyed wool, cotton stitches, glass beads.
xo