Suddenly, I was falling,
falling,
falling into blackness.
When I finally opened my eyes, I lay in a hospital bed.
They told me I’d fallen 30 feet.
They told me I had been locked in a coma, motionless, for a full month while my body struggled to remember how to breathe… how to exist…
After two more months in the hospital, my bones began to stitch themselves back together like ancient armor reforging itself.
The result was, I was “healed” -- but I wasn’t the same. My reality was forever changed.
I found myself looking for some sign or signal that would point me toward what I should do next.
And then I found it. And it was like being bit by a radioactive spider.
One day, I picked up a tea bag and noted the stain it had left on the paper below. To me, it wasn’t just a stain. It had an accidental beauty – a vibration that conjured a memory or story. It made me want to explore using tea to make prints. Soon, I was making design after design with tea. I sought ways to capture and bind the energy in that art to silk.
When you wrap yourself in one of my scarves, you can feel that energy protecting you and drawing people to you. They stop you on the street to ask, “Hey, where did you get that scarf?”
This art didn’t just save my life—it rewrote my story. Now, I’m sharing my art with you, so you can wear it, experience its energy, and maybe, just maybe, discover your own superpower.
