Dolma.

Dolma has her own: a few wild red pandas she knows from a distance, each in its own patch of forest, and over whom she watches without going near. She tells them apart by their tails, long and ringed, almost as long as their bodies; in the red panda those rings are different on each individual, as unique as a fingerprint, so even if she can't see the face, if she sees the tail she knows who it is. She watches over a few from afar, and it's enough for her to know they're still there.

I created her head-on and with a bare background: on a bag, the portrait shows well from a distance and holds up to the wear of the day. In her story, Dolma is a girl from the hills of Darjeeling who cares in her own way, watching over a few from a distance and content to know them safe. A bag is exactly that: you load what you need and, without realizing it, you carry your own people along. If you'd like to know her better, her story tells it in full, and alongside it you'll find the rest of the collection.