Line:
Thread is a drawing that breathes. Each stitch, a measured step. Each seam, a sigh upon the fabric.
Listen:
The needle follows the memory of the hands. It does not impose; it suggests. It joins what is unravelled, caresses what is dyed, respects the material.
Meditation:
In the repeated rhythm of in and out, time grows still. To embroider is to inhabit the present, stitch by stitch.
Narrative:
Embroidery writes upon the skin of the cloth. It does not decorate: it speaks. It is the silent word, the intimate imprint, persistence made thread.
