spring 2019 backpack collection
From the gloom of my cave I watched the creature grow and develop into something I could not comprehend.
Scared by its crude and amorphous state, I decided to leave it alone.
Years later I met the creature again.
It had matured and was swinging wildly from the ceiling of my cave, engulfed in some sort of ritual.
Mesmerized by its beauty, I fell under its spell. The longer I stared at it, the more it became a part of me.
A pagan desire took hold of me. I wanted to touch it, stroke it and to give it love. Was this sacrilege?
When I touched it, we became one.
Still not knowing what it was, I started investigating the creature, finding crevices and spaces to put in my belongings.
We ventured out of the cave, into the light.