Category: the basket of random posts filled with beauty
a big basket of posts that don’t seem to fit in anywhere, but that are still full of beauty
author | poet | thread artist
I am a storyteller and a poet.
I use words and thread, pencil and needle, paper and fabric.
my work is an ongoing conversation with myself.
a big basket of posts that don’t seem to fit in anywhere, but that are still full of beauty
I am a house of many rooms. Quiet, dusty corridors sunlight gently dripping in like liquid gold. How I love to drink my tea, a lovely Assam, malty on the tongue and comforting, as I walk through these spaces gently touching things I had almost forgotten. But not yet. It is comforting to find old…