She almost made it out.
There was a moment where she could have left-stepped beyond what held her, become something else entirely.
But the garden had already taken hold.
Roots formed where movement once lived. She was bound into what remained.
Not everything that grows is meant to wander.
Details
- Hand-sculpted and painted
- Bound within an antique leather shoe vessel
- Approx. Bounding height 3 1/2" tall, antique leather shoe 4 3/4" long
- One-of-a-kind original
- Part of the Thorn Garden collection
From the Garden
Boundlings are not buried.
They are hidden. Preserved. Contained.
They are seeds that were never meant to finish.