Collection: LOST IN THE JEWELLERY BOX

An evening is spent digging through her jewellery box. The trinkets reveal themselves to me, one by one: a huge Peacock Nath that reminds me of songs of strength, a crescent moon shining through the neck, and draping the passionate red across the bodice, as she would, with pride. Becoming her, I see myself; I find myself in the jewelry box.