Colours of the War. Memories your Clothes Carry on Your Body Each Day. They Carry Your Stories of Becoming.
Colour always held power. It is a door to the magical world, far-far away. A language since the first days of the war. It shapes how we see and carry ourselves through the world
Like into the eye of the soul of the horse, love at a first sight, like the touch of a pair of eyes of a long lost lover, the touch of our cloth is a Magic Spark. Desiring a place one can never find, far away, but never finding.