Sugary dreamy and glazed cake colours are combined with the memories of saturated colours. These for the designer are the classic elegant and discreet winter shades like burgundy and pine green. The Venetian embroidery turn into a game of forms that play with colours, ages, materials and new cultural contaminations combine. The exotic styles melts with the western elegance, adding a quirky twist.
I have traveled in the past, I was surrounded by old forgotten items. They have gone through the mutations of appearance, volume, shape, texture. Sublimation, freezing, condensation, sedimentation. It is all in one a therapeutic journey, facing myself and thinking about a state of mind and space. The embroidery becomes the framework for a comforting array of soothing colors formed by the serene density of time and where the glitter magically meets the air!
Playing alone in a meadow. In front of her was an old box full of scrap of fabric in warm and wintery colours. They are offcuts she gathered from the house and that her mother gave her to play with by taking them from the factory where she works. With these pieces, she creates for herself jewelry, clothes imagining occasions to wear them. Differently from her peers , she does not imagine gold jewelry;precious and shiny. She prefers creations with unconventional materials, where the shapes and colours combine with elements from the local tradition melt with components from far distant countries. And so she would shape modern objects of ancient memories.
I was in Nepal, travelling in an old and heavy train, the insides were old style sumptuous. We passed through a gorgeous wooden bridge, it seemed to be very fragile almost like lace, and too narrow for our train that got me thinking we would break it and fall down into the gorge. Anyway I was annoyed as i wasn’t able to admire the bridge in all its beauty… The train kept going on, the journey was fantastic; the kind that brings you in peace with yourself and harmony with the world. Later, we could admire the bridge from far and we carried on with our travel. The downtown looked more like a place in Latin America, the light and colours were astonishing, people and their clothing – if possible – even more. Some of them had African features and were wearing clothing made out of raw fabric, they had decorated the sides with some sort of stylized masks in satin fabric… and the alarm clock rang!