They stand calf-deep in the rolling waves – dog between them – and open. Open their lungs. Open their senses. Unfurl the tensions of the day (week… month… year) until their skin tingles. The sun slips lower… then lower… so low that they reluctantly turn, walk from the sand and back across the tar ready to conquer the world again.
Hand-dyed yarn (woven base)
Indie dyed recycled silk ribbon
Hand & machine stitching •
55 cm wide x 64 high
Out of stock