My sisters, my heart.

Sisters

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This year I spent a great deal of time looking at the inside of my right arm, I’m right-handed and sketch both by-hand and digitally every day and every day I imagined a tattoo there to represent the missing of my sisters. This week that imagined moment became a reality. A feather fell from a Cooper Hawk while walking the neighborhood, imagine my sisters, sending me a message, “just a feather,” they said, flying away leaving behind the markings of their hearts.

Fashion is…fun, difficult, impossible, mean, wonderful, imaginary, evolution into something fabulous.