

We, nomads live between the folds...

We, nomads live between the folds...
We, nomads live between the folds...

We, nomads live between the folds...

We, nomads live between the folds...
We, nomads live between the folds...
We, nomads live between the folds...
We, nomads live between the folds...
We, nomads live between the folds...
We, nomads live between the folds...
We, nomads live between the folds...
We, nomads live between the folds...
We, nomads live between the folds...
We, nomads live between the folds...
We, nomads live between the folds...
We, nomads live between the folds...
Silk has a life of its own...
When painting the silk, I feel its softness, and relate to its own light by giving it tropical colors, allowing myself to go on a free ride of emotions.
As a nomad, I travel the silk's pleats building a landscape where the body plays a part:
Dressing the gestures plays also a role, this has been a relevant concept throughout my whole career as a designer. The moment someone wears handpainted silk, a gesture will breath through it, and then it has a personal touch that goes beyond my signature.
Silk painting is for me a genuine expression of the forces that are within me.
The alchemy of the silk painting process, which includes stonewash and steam to fix the colors, has indeed a magic of its own as well.
In some cases bee wax or salt is also used to create textures that tell its own story.
We, nomads live between the folds...