On the cross-section of Poetry and Utility.

 

Through Witchcraft and Technology. Among Secrets and Solutions.

 

Nature guards hidden the keys to immortality. 

 

To the inquisitive only, she willingly gives them away.

 

It’s a tactile, sensual, olfactory path through a world that gets your hands dirty, but leaves you cleansed.

Handmaids started as a personal project and became my work naturally, one balm at a time.

My apprenticeship to the craft I served as Hand Maid to Formula Botanica

There I learned the principles of the art.

The trade I’ve been learning empirically over the last couple of years through mastery and mystery. Across smaller markets and larger fairs.

Through thick and thin and tough and light the seed I’ve sewn, somehow organically has grown.

Handmaids' Journal