The very form, the very scent,
not heavy, not sensuous,
but perilous perilous
of orchids, piled in a great sheath.
- H.D. Hilda Doolittle (1886-1961)
My life is a poem...
from which sculpture sprouts
made of silk and silver
pearl and dove...
I have begun to dream of new designs.
The 2009 collection has begun...