Embroidery that fades as beautifully as your patience for bullshit.
Embroidery for women who are done preserving everything perfectly. EMDR survivor turned stitch witch creating deliberately ephemeral art with tarot, toxic botanicals. Because some truths aren't meant to last forever—they're meant to transform you, then gracefully fade away.
Woven Arcana was born when I discovered that stabbing fabric repeatedly with sharp objects was cheaper than therapy (though I do both).
After months of particularly intense EMDR work that left me with three words in my vocabulary (and none of them helped me to order a tall white mocha), I dived needle first into embroidery to processes what needs processing, then gracefully evolves. Full disclosure, I failed at knitting, crochet, pottery, writing, photography, clay, etc... so embroidery was def' not a valid option at first sight.
This isn't precious heirloom embroidery. It's transformation stitched into being with whatever materials feel right in the moment, even if they'll fade. ESPECIALLY if they'll fade.
Because I'm not making art for museums. I'm making art for the woman who's processing her teenager telling her she's ruining his life, or the woman watching her aging parents struggle, or the woman who's realized at 47 that she's spent her whole life being proper and she's completely fucking over it.
That kind of processing doesn't need to last 100 years. It needs to exist exactly as long as it serves you. And then, like that grudge against your ex or those low-rise jeans, it can gracefully fade away to make space for whatever comes next.
And yes, I still use kid's Crayola supplies or an old 25-year Tshirt as fabric for my hoop and I'll teach you to do the same. Because rebellion doesn't require archival-quality permanence—it requires showing up authentically in the glorious, temporary now.