This light garland murmurs secrets pertaining to balance, softness, and the reaper’s unflagging procrastination.
A sudden evaporation of the tension imbued on bodies by time. The past, present and future melt into a mute, indeterminate swirl.
Black swirls and resonant whites.… Read More
These star people have wildly different countenances. Each of their hearts fires with an alien biology. Beat, offbeat, eagerness, agony. This strand is a nod to all of us aliens, living together. Bound to all the other extrapolations of life throbbing elsewhere in the cosmos.… Read More
The Society of National Industry had the pleasure of being a part of the exquisite mise en scène of this woodsy union. The supersaturated strand of pinks, magentas, brilliant red-oranges, purples, and neon tangelo were a custom order to match the sizzling attire of the bride’s lady posse.… Read More
The sky churns into a bloody, angry mustard. The sky seethes with rain and light. A rare occurrence around the Puget Sound. This strand is a nod to the lovely vehemence playing across summer skies elsewhere. The soft blue-gray tessellations become domes and towers of black.… Read More