My skin is being kissed by the sun, body adorned in what the Japanese call ‘Asa’ hemp, an ancient material with a history of royalty and prestige.


I run my hand down the surface and feel the ingrained texture of the twill weave against my palm,

my eyes delight at the shapes of the faces delicately painted by hand,

placing me in the space between the designer and her material;

the artist and her canvas.