On warm summers mornings, as the land awakes from shadows and the undulated terrains of the dreamworld become filled once more with the sound of the birds. I find myself in the waking moments confused between worlds, realities and moments. The pieces of this series are my thoughts, reflections, my felt senses and my experiences of the mysterious nature of the middle world. Made in the early hours, from the liminal borderlands of my present psyche.
Each piece can be used as bedding, a wall hanging or picnic rug, beach blanket or anything else you can do with a big sheet of foresty fabric.
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