so far there is 1kg of glass droplets for the bodice.
All the words ever spoken, written or thought become encased in raindrops and kept in the clouds. Eventually the clouds become so full that the words spill over and fall back to earth encased in the tiny drops of rain.
Rather than repelling the rain drops this skirt catches them.
The magic of language is far too precious to be wasted.
the hem is 60cm and the waist is 25meters
