Offering 

Fall / Winter 2024

This is my winter offering. I offer wood smoke and pinion. I offer slippers adorned in red silk. I offer wild winds and jam-covered tarts. I offer the hands of a loved one cracking ruby pomegranate seeds across a linen tablecloth. I offer the simple pleasures of pockets and bows. I offer juniper bushes and whipped cream decadence you can wear around your hips. Uncharted snowfall and the mother river falling off your arms like a stream of milk.

Life, death, rebirth. The spiral is an ancient representation of this cycle, and bliss a product of finding harmony between these three elements of our existence. Within every year, every day, every minute we experience many lives, deaths, and rebirths. Through seasons the earth guides us to release what no longer serves us just as the trees shake life from their green feathered brows. Nature reminds us to step into the light and begin again when the sun returns heavy in the sky. As beings born from the earth, it's natural for us to tune into these cycles instead of resisting and recklessly falling out of balance. 

I tend to see Fall and winter as the easiest seasons to shy away from. We crave to prolong summer when everything is bright and warm and tip-toe around the darker colder months. I urged myself to fall in tune with nature's spiral while making this collection. Enchanted by the biting blue hours of winter and cradles of charcoal leaves. I found that it is crucial to let things die so we can bathe in the luminosity of emptiness. 

Because we sun bask in warm months we bundle in cold ones. It is the negative, the cold, the empty that allowed for this collection to be born. All possibilities exist because we have every season, not just one. We have both life and death, both emptiness and fullness all coexisting. Using needle and thread, gathering, and draping, this is my feeble attempt to capture this non-dual phenomenon in garments we adorn our bodies with. Navigating a harmonious juxtaposition between colors, fabrics, femininity, and silhouette into a winter offering we can wear and feel luminous in.

This collection reflects the natural cycles of Earth’s seasons, life and death, space and nonspace. These garments are created from the empty space on a branch after its last leaf has carved through the winter winds and made home on hollow ground.  Icy blues and running snowfalls of lace. The red of pomegranates, rosehips, the wild woman in each of us. The wild woman that runs in red shoes against white snowfall.  With feet that won’t- can’t stop dancing, when the sun goes down or when the days shorten.