CONCEPT INSPIRED BY LIMITATION
FLOWERS FORAGED IN COMMUNITY
PAPER COATED IN DARKNESS
CIRCLES CUT BY HAND
COMPOSITIONS CREATED WITH WIND
BEAUTY CAPTURED BY SUNLIGHT
MAGIC DEVELOPED WITH WATER
COLLECTION CRAFTED WITH WONDER
I am so excited to share in detail the inspiration and creation of this collection. It is deeply personal and meaningful for me. But I believe many of you will be able to resonate with its themes. Cultivating beauty with surrender and limitations. This collection explores these themes but the creation of it, required me to practice them as well. Not just to think about them, but to experience them on a daily basis.
Even though this collection has been a catalyst of growth for me personally, it is my aim and hope that it can awaken something within you too. And let you know that no matter what your circumstances are, you aren’t alone.
The inspiration for this collection really begins in Japan about this time last year. As socal natives, we were getting to experience real autumn for the first time. I was so enchanted with how the changing leaves would dance through the city on the wind. And it always seemed to be windy in the city where we lived.
We planned to be in Japan for a year but 7 months in, my dad was diagnosed with incurable cancer and the pandemic began. Six days after we got the news, we were flying back to California for a three-week visit. We landed on March 1st and still haven’t been able to make it back to say goodbye to friends and get our things.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Coming home was hard. And there are so many layers to why that was. I won’t go into those now, but it left me sad. Not hopeless or depressed but simply sad and withdrawn. And it lasted far longer than I thought it should.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
But there is wind and magic here too.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Like many people, I adopted a habit of regular walks. And particularly loved the path along the creek to the ocean. The sea breeze blew through my hair tickling my shoulders. Seagulls circled high above in the clouds. The sound of rustling leaves and the dancing dappled light on the path.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
The wind brought life to our withdrawn landscape. And as I noticed this, there was a stirring happening in me too.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
I began to see that there was beauty to be cultivated and created within the messy and hard limitations of my present circumstances.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
And the concept for “A stirring” collection came to life. And slowly so have I.
I wanted to create a collection that emulated this concept of finding beauty in surrender and limitations. As well as give me more opportunities to work it out not just in my mind but with my hands too.
So I made the wind my partner and limitations my friend in the creation process. Each piece was made with both.
When composing each piece. Flowers are dropped and float down onto the paper. Wherever the flowers land is how the composition is made. I am allowed only three choices:
- How many flowers to drop
- How high I drop the flowers
- Whether or not I should start over
Then I can move only three petals. At first, it was hard not to cheat. But the more I did it the more I began to delight in the process and be giddy with anticipation to see where the flowers would flutter down.
I chose three different flowers to feature – Hydrangeas, bougainvillea, and a blue flower I don’t even know the name. They were chosen because of their delicate and transparent nature but also because they were all flowers I passed on my daily walks.
Each piece was named after small beautiful moments from my everyday life that coaxed me out of my withdrawn and flattened state. Moments that encouraged me to be present in my life in the midst of sadness and uncertainty. I asked some of you to share some of your moments. Many of them were moments I also experience and had already chosen, but there were some that were different and a couple of pieces were named after them.
I will end with a quote that just could not be more perfect for this collection and season of life:
It was November–the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines. Anne roamed through the pineland alleys in the park and, as she said, let that great sweeping wind blow the fogs out of her soul. – L. M. Montgomery Anne of Green Gables
I hope this collection serves the same beautiful function as Anne’s roamings. That it would be the sweeping wind that blows the fogs from your soul.