Sand and Other Sediments
3 embroidery pieces
My tree grows in sand. My parents visited the tree already before my birth – they didn’t know then that it would become my tree. I visited this tree throughout my life. When I lived in Belfast I also searched for my tree and for a time I found one. I told it that it was my tree. Even I didn’t really believe that it was truly my tree...
In embroidery each stitch is proof that the past once existed. The neverending pro- cession of stitches hold a collection of recorded moments that form the past. Trees would not exist without their pasts. A piece of embroidery resembles tightly inter- twined needle-thin roots and is the starting point of my journey to the core of my tree.
