the clouds closed in and the sirens blared..seconds passed and the wind pushed all souls into the cellars.. a turbulent wind blew like that of a tornado..
a moment later the wind ceased .. only sign of its presence was a path of destruction left..
my desire to find meaning in life inspires not only the design of my garments but also the process of construction. the development of each piece is a journey where i allow the fabric to respond organically to my manipulation.
-miriam cecilia carlson
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