softly.

i tossed so many things this past summer.

after my father passed away, i moved back to my mother's house in tokyo for 6 months. i had not lived in my bedroom at the house for 10 years, although i was occasionally visiting. when i started to "live" in the small room again last summer, it felt awful. i felt choked up and suppressed by things.

the clear loss in the house, the father's absence, prompted my urge to change something in my room, which was full of forgotten belongings from the past.

i cannot even remember everything i let go last summer.
old paintings from college, many books that were left unread, vintage toys, etc, etc...

amongst this toss-it commotion, this fabric was the one that i thought carefully of the place it should end up.

when i was in high school, i oftentimes sewed clothing items. when i started to do so, my mother gave this to me. she bought this when my sister and i were still little children, planning to saw something for us. but she never did.

10 years passed, and she gave this to me.

...i loved this fabric.
i loved it too much and couldn't cut into it.
and i didn't saw anything out of it.

another 20 years later, i dug this out from my bedroom in my mother's house.

i sent this from japan to the u.s., to lorna, my friend designer.
she would revive this fabric into the best.