A collection inspired by moments. Of a state of being once forgotten, now found along a dotted path of memories, revealing a unique form of expression.

With the path now traced, the needle is guided by a state of self-revealing presence, and absence. The noise of hitting metal, or the sound of melting fire, is replaced by the silent eagerness of the needle that stings the delicate wax blade, over, and over again.

Imperfect lines occur, as imperfect as the human soul. While delineated metal pieces embroider patterns in the air. Awaking memories of the child crafting pierced paper drawings, in imitation of the grandmother working her ever delicate embroidery.

Within this intimate dialogue with the material, I find the immaterial, and the invisible. Empty space reveals itself in the act of weaving tiny holes, forming patterns that gift the work the lightness of soul found in happy moments.