the journey to the creation of self and the evolution of her mystery,
once i wrote:
"(almost) selfish to say that my main inspiration has always been my own mystery"
here taking you to a new Muse series from the Mirage: desert, dune curve, to a sacred structure high up in the mountain of Peruvian Andes, teleported through a glass window in Porto, Portugal (literally, a "port", a fcking portal)
it feels like, me, myself, tracing and piecing her presence through layers and layers of experiences, not for other to capture but it's there as a sacred scripture.
a living scripture that can only be pieced together through intuition, fragments, and fierce presence, what you see here is the final layers and i'll be bring the journey backward:
how she formed, from an unseen vision to an echo of remembrance.
a bone that carries a blueprint of a wild woman.