Childhood

We start to see changes of seasons, recurrence, but we don’t see the passing of time, even at the Birthday celebrations. People come to our life and disappear but we don’t know why. We hear about people we’ve never met but who are still present. Death is an abstract word despite the fact we hear it even in fairytales. But we are still the center of Universe and we truly enjoy seeing the progress of ourselves.

Machine quilting and hand beading on the pieced and slightly dyed background.