Stuck in a perpetually foggy-minded state, I hear the rustling of leaves, the crunching of the fallen beneath my feet on the path that I walk unsure of where my feet will take me. I pull back from myself time and time again to see if I can find myself outside of my body but I slip and catch my breath until I can find a thread to attach me once more.

in bloom is a series of in between. It is the delicacy of the thread holding me together and the waiting for the flowers to blossom. It is seeing myself but not recognizing myself and the environment as an extension of me. It is a period of experimentation, letting myself fail, and seeing where I end up.

Embroidery on lumen prints