sewn diary

For a long time I had a diary, it traveled with me during the cities that I lived: Lima, Buenos Aires, Lima, Milán, Lima. This diary hold and contain me soundlessly. I keep it saved. As time passes, I decided to repair, sewn and start the process to integrate the fragments of my life. Words dissolved with black tea. Black tulle as a sign of mourning. Threads lattices trying to hide the words and my feelings, dissolves in an organic journey. Gold threads as a sign of emotional repair, enlightened and full of vibrations.