Hand-spun yarns

Fibers of emotion, threads of poetry
At the slow rhythm of the wheel, the fibers awaken.
Each thread is a trace, a shiver of color, a caress born from the gesture.
Local wools, raw or nuanced textures, sometimes adorned with silk, linen, or a whisper of mystery.
No skein resembles another: they are spun moments, handbeats, offerings from the workshop.
Here, the material speaks, the thread becomes language, and the spinning wheel turns accomplice in an intimate weaving between nature and creation.