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The Wolf. The Raven. The Tree.
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bristeria-blog · 9 years ago
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~the strangest seas of journeys to the most unknown angles of the structure that you built of me, such high gardens of solitude and large scales of universe openings lay in the palms of my hands. Only to know exploration begins with daydreaming.~ Self-portrait on expired film with the Impossible I-1 camera. @impossible_hq #impossiblefilm #polaroid #expiredfilm #peteriredale #shipwreck #daydreaming #explore #journey (at Peter Iredale Shipwreck at Fort Stevens State Park)
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bristeria-blog · 9 years ago
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Because I never get tired growing wings. Because I can feel their sharp bony structures become mine. Because the blackness of every feather encompasses all I remember of you and the pit you carefully dug for me. Because I stored all the feathers there and you then called it "the feather pit." Because I dragged myself in the dirt before I can at all become able to pronounce the word "fly." Because you drew the lines of every letter there is in this world, in the past and in all to come. Because.~ Beginnings of new creations: earrings of raw alpaca rovings, traditional Bulgarian folklore fabric, vintage lace... #reflection #poetryinmotion #feathers#ravenwing #flight#sustainablefashion #alpacaearrings
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bristeria-blog · 9 years ago
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~Weave me in and let me grow my feathers~ "The Bird & The Girl": statement necklace composed of organic cotton, silk with hand-drawn motifs, vintage pearl beads and threads, pure alpaca felting. Sakura ink drawing in silk tells the story of a girl who danced her way inside the soul of a bird. Shot with Pentax Super ME, Kodak Portra 160 #film #filmisnotdead #editorial #eco #ecofashion #sustainablefashion #statementnecklace #vintage
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bristeria-blog · 9 years ago
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It is much like the wind: it comes and goes, the inevitable spur of desire to cross over the bridges on your spine. It is much like fire: the indulgence in which we breath mouth to mouth and pass on the taste of centuries that have whipped through our minds. It is much like the cliffs: the fall in which we loose ourselves pretending our parts will remain intact in the aftermath of this skin to skin, rock to rock, beat to beat collision. #loveforever #earthandfire #skin #collisionofminds
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bristeria-blog · 9 years ago
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Wanting to know. How does bark become You? How does Sunlight recognize you as you root inside the beginnings of teardrops? Who is the forgiven and who is the beholder of forgiveness? Wanting to know. When and where does knowledge begin to sooth the pores of wounds? #illumination #bark #barkandskin #truth #embrace
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bristeria-blog · 9 years ago
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~The white sheet of your skin against my blackened bone, you are the stars and I am a lost thing.~ Kalliste Flow Vest paired with Oceania Mirror Belt now in my Etsy shop (link in bio). Vest is composed of up-cycled vintage cotton, vintage crocheted trims and embellished with shells found on the shores of Bulgaria. Belt is crocheted by me from organic cotton. Weaves in shells. Seahorses on back. #theseahorseandthemermaid #handmade #organic#oneofakind #vintage #eco #sustainablefashion #nautical #shell #dreamon
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bristeria-blog · 9 years ago
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~I am the stars and the winds, I am the shift of all seas, I am the known and unknown, the hurricane that passes through, the merchant of your broken dreams~ Featured: Eurybia Dress: composed of up-cycled vintage silk shirt and vintage lace. Sleeves are vintage cotton crocheted trims. Belt is redesigned from a vintage curtain rope. Journey to the Deep Necklace: composed of hand-painted wood, hand-spun and crocheted angora, organic mohair and alpaca. Dress is available in my Etsy shop. Necklace coming to the shop soon. Link in bio. #theseahorseandthemermaid #eco #ecofashion #sustainablefashion #nature #nautical #vintage #handmade #oneofakind
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bristeria-blog · 9 years ago
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And if I am lost, it would be in between the trees,
But you never knew, you never hid behind this branch
I only dug into it as I dig into your skin, into the night,
Into the vastness of this momentum; not to live for
The present, but to live as I am a holder of one hundred truths...
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bristeria-blog · 9 years ago
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Follow the light...
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