#weirdnessforsoul

Piano box made by me for my dear friend Tu.

Её глаза были чернее, чем самые тёмные ночи. Платье её пропитали горькие туманы и мысли о смерти. Она тихо бродила вдоль сонных ручьёв, собирала птиц-утопленниц и хоронила их на задворках памяти. Ощупью она находила в кромешной тьме покинутые гнезда и неизменно брала оттуда одну веточку, надеясь однажды сплести приют для всех мёртвых птиц, что она встретила на своем пути. Aveline. Her eyes were blacker than the darkest nights. Her dress was saturated with bitter fogs and thoughts of death. She quietly wandered along the sleepy streams, collected drowned  birds and buried them in the backyard of memory. In the dark she groped for the abandoned nests and took from there one branch, hoping once to weave a shelter for all the dead birds that she met on her way.

The Garden of Silence turned to dust, having dirty her dress with dull gold. Winter killed all the birds in her garden. And now Agatha, blinded from tears, deafened by silence squeezed the feather in her wounded fingers, which the winds mockingly threw into her hands. She wandered aimlessly in the void, and the folds of her dress rustled like dry leaves... This could bring her comfort to the soul if she could hear the ghost whisper. Art doll Agatha for Aude.  http://weirdnessforsoul.tictail.com/

Letter and handmade things for A. (http://weirdnessforsoul.tictail.com)

Letter to J.

Letter and handmade gifts for Alicja.

Letter to @corpus-vertebrae

Letter to Maria