this is what I cri-ate
Or maybe it began in quieter moments watching her cut flowers out of colored paper and carefully place them on the walls of my room, turning something simple into something alive. Or during summer vacations days when she would take me to work with her, where one of her tasks was to cut out newspaper clippings about her work and paste them into a large book with blank pages. I would watch closely, fascinated by how fragments could become a story.
All I know is: as a creative, I’ve often been told to write my ideas down. But for me, ideas don’t live as words alone. I feel them in textures, in layers, in pieces waiting to be found.
I don’t just write my ideas
I cut them, paste them, and I turn them into something that can be seen, touched,
and feels more than words on a page.