Lights off at home in the morning
Winter light, silence, and embroidery. The gentle strength of daily constancy as both an artistic and spiritual practice of grounding
There is no spoon
From the memory of a giraffe to the vision of an elephant fetus: embroidery as meditation and a gateway to the magic of possibility
Taking control, losing control
When the needle guides the hand and the mind steps back, intuitive embroidery emerges: rust stains, archipelagos, and pure flow
Being part of the sea
A Pacific kelp, an old kitchen towel, and a love for the sea: my new embroidery is born from the desire to breathe the blue and belong to it
The charm of impermanence
The beauty of the fragile—art that unravels yet endures. Reflections on antique fabrics, embroidery, impermanence, poetry, and resilience