Hera mirrors the mercurial disposition of the queen of Mount Olympus. A buoyant sheer – aery and light – is interlaced with stripes – textured and taught – marking both her gentle nature and fierce nobility. Present at the bedsides of women during childbirth, it was her cool hand that calmed their brows as they delivered new life into being. But those who brought her wrath soon learned the mistake of trifling with the queen of the heavens, finding themselves transformed into spiders, heifers, and swans. Hera is an ode to the formidable queen of the gods – to her great power and righteous spirit. Its ethereal construction is forgiving, but it’s clear where boundaries lie.