Patchwork Object

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• Be//longing
  Be//longing A Window to My Home Where is my home? Where do I belong? I have been asking myself this question time and time again, and somwhere trying to find myself I learned that if there is any, it's inside me. Home means more than a place to me, it offers a feeling that is hidden in the rhythm and movement of life. Needlework is that window in my home sitting by which, I understood the feeling of being timeless in form and function, in getting lost with the cluster of lines diving the time between past, present and future. I always tend to capture myself in a conversation, a shared language with the threads where I can create an identity for myself and yet time stops when I am sitting by that window with my story wrapped within these stitches, consumed by the rhythms of connecting and unraveling someting so intimate. The quietness of the act allows me to slow down and open myself to the universe. The feeling of holding a thread has a lot of warmth to offer and it has only give me that. So, I paint my journey through these threads, traveling through the lines of anxiety and stability constantly, finding myself a home.
• Patch by Sanjana
  In corners dim where shadows play, a quiet girl finds solace each day. With nimble hands and gentle art, she stitches dreams from her tender heart. In the quiet solitude of my corner, I discovered a profound sense of self through the art of making and embroidering. It all began with the humble scraps of fabric - some collected, some found, and others bought - each whispering of potential and longing to become something greater. Layering these disparate pieces of textile, I found a canvas for my thoughts and dreams. Every stitch became a deliberate act of expression, sewing together a tapestry that reflected my innermost being. Remaining anonymous behind my workbench, I immersed myself in the tactile process of creation. Through making, I found healing and a profound connection to the essence of living - a reminder that existence is as much about the act of becoming as it is about being. As I delved deeper into the world of crafting, I realised that my hands were not merely tools but interpreters of my soul's narrative. I choose to become an advocate for the unspoken tales embedded in every fabric scrap, advocating for their right to be heard and cherished. The act of making, intuitively guided by needle and thread, is becoming my identity - a testament to the transformative power of artistry and the quiet strength of expression. In each embroidered motif, I found a reflection of my evolving identity - an identity shaped by the love and dedication poured into every tactile tale embroidered from the thread. Through my hands, I discovered a profound sense of purpose and belonging, embracing the beauty of creation as a means of self-discovery and connection to the world around me.