This project was born far away from Wi-Fi, paved roads, and noise in the deep silence of the Orinoco Delta. During a trip to my home country, Venezuela, I reconnected not only with landscapes, but with the essence of who we are: a mix of roots, cultures, rhythms, and resilience. In a remote Warao community where houses have no walls, where the river is the highway, and where the curiara (wooden canoe) is the only vehicle, I discovered a way of living I didn’t know existed a way of being family, of collaborating, of living with nature.

There I met little Kelly rowing her tiny curiara at age five carrying the bowls she had woven at home. In the Orinoco I met women whose hands are not just artisans they are keepers of an ancestral art. They take natural fibers, ashes, fruits, seeds, and roots and transform them into unique pieces. These peices take days, weeks, and even months to make. Because tourism has disappeared, these beautiful women have not been able to sell any of their incredible peices or art. Standing there, I felt admiration, love, and a responsibility I couldn’t ignore. I wanted to help, but I didn’t know how. After days of listening, observing, and understanding their needs, the idea emerged: What if I could build a bridge? What if people could support them without traveling all the way to the Delta? That’s how this project was born: a space that connects their art to the world and brings support directly into their community.

 

Every purchase goes 100% to them.
Every donation becomes medicines, shoes, clothing, and essentials.
Every large order is shared and created in community because they always work together.

 

This project is not mine.
It’s theirs.
I am simply the bridge.