rainstick: raincoat
For this project, we first developed a vision by researching through our eyes. Previously, I had been in the library and came across a series of books about felting. I loved the way I could morph the fibers together to create a large patch of fabric or to pile them into floral shapes. After learning about his technique, I decided to visit the Botanical Garden in Brooklyn to look at flowers. However, because it was still cold, there weren’t any to look at. Instead, got really inspired by the Bonsai trees I saw, I loved the way the contours would wind in a whimsical way. I decided to take the winding nature of the bonsai trees and mimic it in the fibers of the wool.
For this project, we first developed a vision by researching through our eyes. Previously, I had been in the library and came across a series of books about felting. I loved the way I could morph the fibers together to create a large patch of fabric or to pile them into floral shapes. After learning about his technique, I decided to visit the Botanical Garden in Brooklyn to look at flowers. However, because it was still cold, there weren’t any to look at. Instead, got really inspired by the Bonsai trees I saw, I loved the way the contours would wind in a whimsical way. I decided to take the winding nature of the bonsai trees and mimic it in the fibers of the wool.
For this project, we first developed a vision by researching through our eyes. Previously, I had been in the library and came across a series of books about felting. I loved the way I could morph the fibers together to create a large patch of fabric or to pile them into floral shapes. After learning about his technique, I decided to visit the Botanical Garden in Brooklyn to look at flowers. However, because it was still cold, there weren’t any to look at. Instead, got really inspired by the Bonsai trees I saw, I loved the way the contours would wind in a whimsical way. I decided to take the winding nature of the bonsai trees and mimic it in the fibers of the wool.
torn
2021
What's your version of a dystopia?​
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Imagine having exactly what you needed for the past three years. A harmony between who you have grown to love and who you have loved your whole life. Being able to share memories with him and them, it's like they finally accepted. But, maybe it was all pretend. And the world you were all building together tears right in front of your eyes. That's my dystopia. And when my mind wanders into its' darkest corners, it feels like I might be living it.
This is how I am surviving it.
