The Begining


Crossing the border with my lover we became lost in the jungle. So lost that we could not find our way out. We decided to make a shelter for the night. As the days and weeks passed our love for one another grew to include our natural environment that always gave without questions.

We initially began to hunt and gather out food but with time our seed bank grew and we could now plant a humble garden. Our hands became our tools as we clothed each other for the first time in two years. The designs were not gender specific, an equilibrium was reached where we shared all garments. Our garden produced our cotton, the forest provided wild flowers for our pigments and the river rapids provided our special wash so soft that it felt that one was never alone.