Semilla de Jacarandá

Textile. Embroidery, weaving, and punch needle on canvas mounted on stretcher frame.

The darkness didn’t change the sun. It couldn’t dissipate the wind drawing the clouds in the sky. The birdsong, the dew touching the earth. Your sadness clouded your world, and there it remains. I can see, feel, smell, hear, and I choose outside.

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