Veins of Flame, Bones of Sky

A twisting trunk reaches like a spine into the heavens, framed by flame-lit clouds that churn like a cosmic artery. The canopy doesn’t just hold space—it yields to something vaster. What begins as bark and leaf fractures into a cathedral of color, where blue burns and red ascends.

This piece reminds us: growth is not always graceful. Sometimes it curves, cracks, and catches fire on the way up. Sometimes, even the sky bends to let something bloom.

We are artists at heart, weaving the threads of creativity and rebellion into every garment we craft.