





Music of Wind
"I’ll never join Cirque du Soleil,
My joints have turned to salt, they say!"
Music of Wind captures the unstoppable force of transformation, where the familiar dissolves into a swirling symphony of motion. Architectural fragments, surreal figures, and celestial elements twist and merge in an intricate dance, swept away by the poetic power of the wind. This artwork evokes the essence of change—both destructive and liberating—where even chaos hums with hidden melodies.
The wind rose without warning, sweeping through the city like a tide unchained. It tore rooftops from homes, sent towers crumbling, and lifted the streets themselves into the air. The world twisted, familiar forms unraveling, dissolving into the sky.
Yet in the howling storm, there was a rhythm. A strange, wild music hidden beneath the destruction—a melody woven from the shattering of walls, the sighs of uprooted trees, the laughter of doors flung open.
Nothing remained as it was. And yet, in the emptiness, something new stirred. The wind did not only take; it carried whispers of possibility.
And those who listened heard the first notes of a song yet to be written.
Size, Material & Care
100% Silk
135cm x 135cm
Plump Hand-rolled Edging
Made In England
Dry Clean Only
Music of Wind
"I’ll never join Cirque du Soleil,
My joints have turned to salt, they say!"
Music of Wind captures the unstoppable force of transformation, where the familiar dissolves into a swirling symphony of motion. Architectural fragments, surreal figures, and celestial elements twist and merge in an intricate dance, swept away by the poetic power of the wind. This artwork evokes the essence of change—both destructive and liberating—where even chaos hums with hidden melodies.
The wind rose without warning, sweeping through the city like a tide unchained. It tore rooftops from homes, sent towers crumbling, and lifted the streets themselves into the air. The world twisted, familiar forms unraveling, dissolving into the sky.
Yet in the howling storm, there was a rhythm. A strange, wild music hidden beneath the destruction—a melody woven from the shattering of walls, the sighs of uprooted trees, the laughter of doors flung open.
Nothing remained as it was. And yet, in the emptiness, something new stirred. The wind did not only take; it carried whispers of possibility.
And those who listened heard the first notes of a song yet to be written.
Size, Material & Care
100% Silk
135cm x 135cm
Plump Hand-rolled Edging
Made In England
Dry Clean Only
These are large silk scarves that can be both an interior item and an accessory.
The prints, on the basis of which the fabric for the collection is created, are independent author's works with a pronounced fantastic plot.
Each illustration is painstakingly drawn by hand, sometimes taking up to six weeks to print a single design on the finest silk.
The designer’s Signature all worked into the design.