Silke Spitzer, Germany

Blades of grass; Evening shades; Autumn leaves

The braided necklaces take my memory to a safe place in my childhood. This little, but very intimate morning ritual of having my braids done by my mother, was as certain as day comes afer night. Today, in this very moment, there are children all over the world having their hair braided by their loved ones.
And the world is holding its breath till the braids are finished.