Original artwork description:

Perhaps you didn’t know, but I’ll tell you that birch trees shed pieces of old bark in the spring. Like ladies who unbutton a woolen coat on a warm day, and underneath a satin dress.
I once found one such piece of bark in the north.
Then it lay at the head of my bed, and suddenly sent me a dream. A dream about early spring and cold sun, about how great it is to jump through puddles, about waking up from hibernation, about disheveled feelings and goosebumps. This dream is a recipe for a spring mood.
And I’m not entirely sure, is this revived messenger of spring blowing bubbles with happiness or drinking from puddles?

Materials used:

linen, fabric, floss, birch bark, antique glass eyes

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