Pressed in Ink, Held in Memory

She once carried the secrets of everyone else.
But when she shattered, their silence was louder than their praise.
I pressed her in ink so she would never be forgotten.

Pressed between horsehair and heartbreak,
She waits in a stitched saddle of silence.
Once confided in, now erased—
I sketched her into sanctuary,
So no child forgets what it means to truly listen.

This is an art work today on the 29th July 2025 at the blackburn museum and art gallery is where i was at 12pm art comes in many shapes and sizes and it has a story to tell, this is the story about my number 1 favorite fashion designer, she is the first fashion designer i’ve written about and written many tributes to her, i crowned her queen of my heart her story will always hold a special place in my heart, she forever hold a special place in my heart. I can never forget lady Dale, i can never and will never stop writing about her, all because she hasn’t stopped inspiring me in every way.

the first picture print paint i did was don without the machine just how i did it in year 7 art class, but this helps ease your mind make new friends and socialise. Like lady Dale im becoming a socialite, fashion designer in creating my own clothes for own brand, hosting charity events attending events. I am not copying my darling designer, im continuing her legacy as a socialite, fashion designer and charity worker, she is my inspiration in every way.

The first picture was of a horse and noble man, i love horses and wouldn’t miss any equestrian games.