She inscribed blue borders across Egyptian linen Mummy cloths back then; Now this blue bleeds all over the place, creating magic wherever she goes. The blue seeps, bedding into the receiving fabric, conjuring hazy images and patterns that beautifully lack definition, amorphous by nature. Forms dissolve and a journey into the blue night begins.
She is called the Queen of all dyes; the dye matter itself is invisible, seeping her in even more mystery. Curiously the Japanese word for love and affection, ‘ai’ is the same as the word they have for indigo (although different kanji glyphs are assigned) - both are gendered as being feminine. Come, venture with me into the blue…
