the color of lint

Like moon creators and abounded skies my clothes fall prey to time

So delicate like clouds of dust Frail in blemished thread These fibers of the afterlife Recording my wardrobe death

 Mapping a new terrain Scared through a spinning barrel Statically unravelling Uniformity in color 

 These lost Filaments Merges into a single grey sensation Closely-knit combination of tones Form the traces of my dress

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tapped face

The stick of the tape

Curved upon my skin

The peeling of the surface

Reflects my times arrivals

As my face starts to prune

The wrinkles of life flow through

Folded away

As memories of yesterday

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juki

Industrial, sturdy Each one their own Built for fashion Trained to sew

 The bobbing incased Machine threaded Needle, guard down, Tension The Juki is Ready

Click, green button on The fabric laid weight Seam allowance positioned Ready to make

 Pressure down, Foot resting on the plate As the biting point draws nearer You nervously wait

 Humming and Buzzing The needle lifts to go Vibrating motor The light flickers and glows

 Holes Punched through Stitched and threaded as it goes Good old trusted machine how the juki sews

The Language of Collage

A Cubistic method of expression With a motive of a surrealist act. Collaged in language Visualizing to a new whole To an endless method Organically feed Pasting and photocopying    Various visual voices Material sources in juxtaposition Drawing them randomly Assembling different forms Distorting our reality Taped and masked together Searching for a moment in-between Forming a doubleness of identities Reunited in a temporary composition Collage subverts all conventions A refusal of unity and coherence An artistic tool of visualization Coexist in an endless space  As an art of mixed media To Iterate and ideate  From one context to another A formula to recreate As an author of visual tales

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wolf

Wolf, a wise old mannequin _________Born an amputee_________Lined up like a solider

_________Ready for fashion duties

 Incarcerated on steel_________Striped of substance, just bare_________Waiting for that touch_________Of creative flair

 I listen, don’t talk_________But they talk to me_________Some days I’m a friend_________Others I’m the enemy

 As the years go by_________My skin starts to wear_________Stained and ripped_________But perfection still there

 Cast away in corner_________Left alone at night_________Like a prisoner, in a bare and cold studio_________With no release day insight

 When show time arrives_________Wolf takes a back seat_________Models get all the limelight_________Fame is not what I seek

 Just perfection and form_________Always there till the end_________students ultimate partner_________Wolf, is fashions true best friend

un_made

A system of un_making

through

the language

of our clothes

an intimate

relationship

with the memories of

old

the wearer

worn

torn

the story of our clothes

the act of unmaking

with vast imperfections

seek to reimagine

a new methods of making

the art of unpicking

expose new meanings

how they are made

refashioning the tide

a place of discovery

in prolonging a life

an alternate approach

to design new futures

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anew skin

That crisp fresh smell Folded with perfection That warmth soft feeling Hugging at the skin The brushing of fibers tickle Redressing the body. A new wearer to the world To dress for an adventure An emperor in new clothes Invincible like an actor Transforming the true self As an extension of our skin Clothed in freedom Fashioned in dress

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