September

Despite her Autumnal colours and September‘s typical association with American fall, the name ‚September‘ stems from Australian springtime and it’s capacity to inspire meditation and ignite adventure.

Little white goat horns protruding from her forehead are symbolic of her capacity for mistake and sin. The little scar on her nose is the same- she’s imperfect, naive, stumbling through life like long grass, ignorant to the snakes.
She wears a cloak of butterfly wings that she stole from an old farmer. When she is not learning from her leatherwork mentor, she is in the forest, living off of the world. Stealing, exploring, reflecting.