Iznanka / Underbelly

Beauty is born in the shadows. Creation is a meditation; sewing, a solitary liturgy. The ritual brooks no witnesses.

True passion is forever intimate. To grant access to one’s space is a hollow pretense that murders originality. Cease forcing me to divide the indivisible.

Only in absolute seclusion, surrendering oneself entirely, can one breathe life into matter and create something worthy of eternity.