RED THREADS: WEAVER OF SYMBOLS

The weaver is in her forest she has no age, since that is forgotten she has messengers who tell her the stories of love, secrets and death. She is still a girl who rides unicorns that she believes in simple things, in pain. She is also a witch who guesses your dreams.

In solitude, in the shadows, she draws masks which she weaves with red thread from her hair. She transforms into a beast, feeds on longing she looks for hearts that still beat fast of passion, fear and desires and she whispers to them words that bring life back although they never know it because they wake up far away.