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?