Shoko Tsuji. Embroidery artist. Paris, FR
« Coming from under the earth or from some larger place, this extremely deep, almost transparent, universal, silent understanding. And that’s it, that is all.. »
There is a field…
An uncoiling seed of the suprasensient, wanting to bloom.
Jupiter, crystal beads and silver leaf on leather

There were three moons, one for you, one for me, and one for the three of us

Caminoluzina, rise, the work is over
Fall in light
Rising on the axis I, II
There is a light
That doesn’t know the sun
And never crosses the air
Sovereign and still
Under the hurt and the mud
It sits silent
In timeless patience
Divine humor I (anchor the folly) 77x77cm
Love seeds
Dismemberment
The shaman pushes me and my kisses away.
« Not yet you’re not purified yet ». A tiger bites me to pieces.
Les anges de l’apocalypse
WINKS FROM THE PAST
Alterlife
The realm of ideas dreams itself through the world
It is talking to you, all the time
The blue pearl
« Cranial plates migration »
Northern wheels, Southern wheels
Care for the sepulchre
The destroyer
I made a promise
That I’ll obey the Will
Whispers
The life we pay
For all the things we do
The distractions, the addictions, the occupations
Only to avoid feeling the pain, we don’t want to feel the pain
The higher heart forgives, thymus
Who’s calling?