Mr. Embro

Mr. Embro | Hand Embroidery Art
I make hand embroidery for art lovers
100+ happy collectors & workshops taught
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02/06/2026

We want handmade soul in twenty four hours.

We love the image of craftsmanship but reject the commitment, demanding unique art at factory prices. We praise the hands but refuse to pay for the years spent learning.

We support the authentic only when it demands nothing. When it requires patience or higher costs, the romance fades.

Craft craftsmanship lives on orders and respect, not likes. We are not just losing art, we are losing the capacity to wait.

23/05/2026

One down, thirteen to go.

The first red rose is done. That hit of scarlet against all those black lines, it’s almost electric. The whole piece feels different now. It’s not just a flat sketch anymore; it has weight and energy, almost like you could reach out and touch the emotion woven into it.

There’s something deeply personal about watching this single rose come to life. It’s a quiet secret, the kind you hold close, knowing it’s only the first of many. Thirteen more roses wait on the fabric, each a chance to pause, breathe, and really lean into the gentle, vulnerable feeling this process brings.

The textile’s waking up, shifting from something quiet into something that hums with feeling. I’m curious, what do you see in that first bloom?

22/05/2026

Around noon, the office slips into a hush. Monitors flick off, people stop talking, and suddenly, the whole room feels transformed, like it’s caught a breath.

There’s something deeply personal about slowing down. When everyone else is in a hurry, you’re left alone with the steady tug of thread through fabric. You watch as a shape slowly emerges, each movement deliberate, the needle working its magic.

And you, where do you sneak away to find a bit of calm in the middle of a chaotic day?

19/05/2026

It’s settled, the roses will be red.

Once I looked at those bold black outlines, red just felt right. There’s this raw energy to it, and it makes the male form feel powerful and exposed all at once.

I spent so long carefully tracing every line, but now I’m ready to dive into color and let things get bold. Thanks to everyone who shared their thoughts. Now, I get to lose myself in each red stitch.

17/05/2026

The weekend brought exactly what I needed: a bit of quiet time to recharge and some solid hours to pour back into the fabric.

Looking at it now, the lines are starting to find their weight and the details are beginning to settle. There is a specific kind of rhythm that happens when you can just sit with a piece for a couple of days without having to rush off to a clock or a screen. The progress feels steady, almost like the piece is slowly introducing itself.

It is still a long way from being finished, but watching the contours take shape makes the late nights of the past week feel entirely worth it. Taking a step back to breathe and just create reminder me why I fell in love with this process in the first place.

How is your weekend treating you? Are you taking time to rest, or are you deep into a project of your own?

14/05/2026

Twelve hours in, and here I am. I’ve been borrowing hours from my own sleep just to finish this, but honestly, working in the quiet of the night feels more real than anything else.

So, here’s another self-portrait, another attempt to sort out how I feel about masculinity.

People think of embroidery as something fragile, but to me, it’s solid. It helps me dig into the sides of myself I was always taught to hide. For me, it's about finding that tricky balance between being strong and being gentle.

It’s not finished yet. But I wanted to share how it looks in the middle, the messy, restless part. Sometimes the things that mean the most are the ones that won’t let you sleep.

I’m curious, how do you see masculinity, or do you find a certain peace in working late at night too? I’d really love to know.

08/05/2026

The body we show to the world doesn't always reveal what we carry inside, memories, silences, versions of ourselves left behind. There are identities we learn to hide, not by choice, but for survival.

And yet, they remain.

They grow discreetly, like deep roots. Or like wings, invisible at first glance, but always present, sustaining who we are even when we doubt ourselves.

Not every transformation needs to be announced.

Not every truth needs to be explained.

There is beauty in what blossoms in silence.

There is strength in what endures within us.

Perhaps the body is not just what you see.

Perhaps it is also the place where we keep everything we are still learning to reveal.

07/05/2026

Every time I put needle to fabric, I’m really stitching a piece of myself, even if I’m working on a stranger’s face.

Most of my embroidery features men. I’m drawn to the structure of masculinity: its foundations, the hairline cracks that run through it, the heavy baggage men pass down, all the tiny repetitions that fill up a life. For me, the best way to dig into all that is through self-portraiture. It puts me right in the middle of the question, “What does it actually mean to be a man?”

But I don’t stop at my own reflection. My work stretches past it, into men who look nothing like me. Sometimes I sew the old-school manly types, broad, stoic, powerful. The kind that stand in for traditional manhood, but not really the way I move through my own day.

Still, something happens as soon as I start. As soon as I stitch, the lines blur. Every guy I embroider is me, no matter how different he seems. When I build someone else’s body or get inside a mind that feels far away from mine, the act brings us together. I’m not just looking at these versions of masculinity, I’m living inside them, even if just for a moment.

It all comes back to the thread. It ties us together. I’m the standard. I’m the break. I’m the pattern that shows up, again and again. At the end of it all, I am every man I’ve ever stitched.

06/05/2026

Seven years ago, all I had was a needle, a hoop, some thread, and a wild idea.

That first merman embroidery still makes me smile, hard to believe how much has changed since then. It’s not just a piece of fabric; it’s the beginning of everything, the start of a journey packed with mistakes, breakthroughs, and a lot of late nights. Every stitch has a story, and honestly, I’ve put my whole heart into every single one.

I can’t thank the people who’ve been with me enough, clients who let me bring their visions to life, followers who cheer me on every day and students who learn from me in my workshops. You’re the reason I keep going. Thanks for seeing something special in what I do and for making this journey so unforgettable.

I can’t wait to see what the next years bring. Here’s to making more art, together.

Endereço

Lisbon

Website

https://mrembro.blogspot.com/, https://mrembrohandmadeemb.wixsite.com/portfolio

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