Made by Wooni

on my mind

As I was wandering around, looking at colorful illustratuins, and pictures I kept on clicking and searching for houses and trees. So I sat down and began doodling and out appeared our little crooked house that even though it is small and unfinished it has grown on me. It has changed my world. It stands out from the others because it is mine. My own place on this earth that I can do what I want with it and in it. I haven't had that until now. When I was a child I had to obey my grandparents rules, then the dorm rules, then the landlor's rules. It is very limiting to not be able to express who you are.  

As I continued down the page the mountain turned into a head. Two closed eyes pondered about the importance of a place of truth. I am myself here. I can sing, dance, draw and put up on the walls withouth being judged. I am finally free and for someone that has always been shy about their abilities it is wonderful to finally be able to lay myself out in the light without having to hide it in bags or whispers. 

 

The wind sweeps through our

The wind sweeps through our little village and I have butterflies on my mind. Also the idea that the commonalities of life and how differences are truly not that different once you stand back and look at them...I know I am just babbling nonsensical things..but during one of those moments of clarity they do make perfect sense. I love those moments when everything falls into place. Everything makes sense, and it even seems funny how before they did not, and just as that moment came all of a sudden it leaves you and you forget entirely what was so clear to you.

Either way, The picture above is of my newest creation. A butterfly, a tribute to my salvation. I imagine her to be magical. Her story is still unravelling in my mind with every stitch that I make. However, I have come up with a story for my duvets. It is about the sun and the moon, and their love story. 

More details later....happy spring :)

Cloth to cloth

As I was taking a shower this morning my thoughts began to run side by side. I was thinking about the class I am going to take, and at the same time I was thinking about different creations, and metaphysics. You might think that is a crazy set of thoughts, but it is the normal process for me at least. I was considering the theory of parallel universes and how one can create a new world of living breathe beings with you own thought.

I was reviving my story of the boy who fixes a clock that is actually time it self and how he in return becomes a creator, or in a sense a re-creator. At the end of the story he must re create his world. This thought made me think of all the infinite number of worlds we all have created, in dreams, thoughts, poems, and cloth.
The union of cloth and thread is just as important as the union of hydrogen to oxigen. We create beings that have a different set of laws. The do not breathe like us, or think like us. but they are in existance like us. Maybe there thoughts only transpire with we allow them. Is it the same for us? Am I writing this because I must? Or am I writing this just because? It is the time old question of pretedermined or whimsical path through life....

I for one must believe that everything happens for a reason. That there is order to chaos. That one thing leads to another. That a tree falls for a reason, not unnoticed. Otherwise this world, this existance would be unbearable.  For example when my father passed away and I was falling deeper and deeper into a bottomless abyss of confusion. Demons lerked behind doors waiting to attack my fragile self, and out of that dark period a butterfly saved me. I would always see a yellow butterfly, every day, wherever I was. I travelled to different continents and still I would always see a yellow butterfly. It was a reminder of light, hope, beauty, peace, life.

And just as this butterfly came into my life for a reason at the right time, cloth joins cloth and thread weaves though it just as it should.