This piece has been an ongoing work for a few years now.. a preloved and deconstructed cotton and silk wrap which I dyed one summer in woad, the colour of the sky, and have spent many hours embroidering with French knots along the seams. Knots felt between my fingers – tiny nuggets of thread – thoughts, like prayer beads. The jars of dried flowers hold their scent. Some petals are solar dyed, some are still waiting, this year woad grew and flowered in the soil of my garden. Making the knots feels like steps on a walk, and I always stop by the door to greet the calendula – my power flowers
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