Danse Macabre - brooches.

Felt, metal, Swarovski crystals, 22, 24 cm. 2023 Our grandmother passed away on Monday. It's so sad catch myself thinking that she will never again treat us to cherry dumplings, and we will not treat her to panna cotta with strawberries. Never again we won't sit under blooming apple trees, we will not arrange a feast with salads and sandwiches. It is terribly wrong that the mighty beat of life is accompanied by the endless dance of death. For all. The only question is time: butterflies live for a day, dogs for 15 years, people if you're lucky 100, turtles longer, and planets and stars are generally unimaginably long. But everyone will find their end. Unfair, I think.