Silver Threads

In this work, the creation of silver threads becomes a ritual, a quiet alchemy. Bare skin and silver thread meet in an intimate, invisible dance—each movement deliberate, each gesture a spell. The threads glide with intention, leaving behind traces, not simply of touch, but of memory, of time etched into the body itself. These threads do not simply adorn the skin; they form a second skin, one woven with magic, with history, with the quiet power of the unseen.

Like water caught in moonlight, the silver threads ripple and shift, carving paths across the skin, marking it with the language of the earth, the ancestors, the forgotten rites of old. They are not merely decoration; they are whispers of the sacred, the hidden, the ancestral. A crown for the magician, a relic for the traveler—both, and neither, at once.

As two women move together, orbiting in reverence, they become vessels for the ritual. Their bodies intertwined with the silver threads, which shift between them like an offering, a collaborator in their shared dance. The object, soft and resistant, enchants, and is enchanted. In the space between them, the silver threads are both a binding and a liberation—a passage from one state of being to another.

This is a ritual of becoming, a dance of transformation, where every movement, every thread, carries the weight of a story, an ancestry, a longing. It is a spell, woven in silver, that binds the present to the past and the body to the land. The threads shimmer like secrets passed through time, carving not just marks on skin, but on memory, leaving behind a trace of what was, what is, and what could be.