my home of sacred junk.
you're invited. please, come in. take a peek around or let your gaze linger.
(the spectator in me would call for a steaming cup of chocolate pu-erh and a long slow leisurely scroll through the photos...)
what you'll see is parts of my unedited tousled abode on the day my pilgrimage sister, Katariina Agnes Fagering stopped by for a visit with her camera. she captured my "real" house, how we live in it daily, how our loot spilleth over, how crammed with our personal significant treasures it is...
you've likely heard me blather on about my love of creating enchanted, bewitched, and spellbinding spaces. about how our senses are nourished through a sacred visual narrative and about the amplified ethereal vibrancy and pulse lurking in the corners and just under the surface. about creating expressive ambiance intentionally and deliberately so it is meaningful and revealing. soulful, strange, ordinary and accessible. it's creative assemblage with punctuated quirks wherein the collection of evocative objects speak a magical language to one another and exist in harmony.
this is what i believe. it's what i tell myself and my clients. it's what i know to be true.
this is the space where i create my magic, that holds me, womb like, that comforts and consoles me. this is where i do my make-to-mend practice. where i am reminded that spirit, peace and affluence abound and surround me. it's my space and i share it with you. enjoy.
