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LEAF EMBROIDERY—
ZINE
I collected and embroidered dried bauhinia aureifolia leaves with a red thread to tell a story of a dying life. Just the way a leaf dries, cracks and disintegrates, so does our lives. What once was bright and lush, is now fragile and rusted.
I also compiled and stitched all the dried leaves together through a very delicate stitch to hold all the "pages" together, and wrote a poem to supplement the story!
UNDERSTANDING TEXTURE
Upon trial, I noted that the surface of dried leaves was much like paper. I explored stitching on fresh leaves, and although the needle digs in easily, much easier compared to the way it does on dried, its hard to pull the thread without breaking the soft veins and wet surface, which changes upon drying anyway.
Sunk into my fingernails
Like a needle plunged into thick ice
Is a lovely string of wool
Elusively finding it hard to inhale
Every pull makes it weaker
How do I manoeuvre it?
Sometimes higher sometimes deeper
It flows into my blood
And my frustration breeds chaos
Convulsion arising from the labour
Like pink petals of a rose
Each yarn would break off sooner or later
What do I do?
What do I do?
What do I loose to untangle this?
Stream of miscommunication
And so I want
I let it flow
I let it fall I let it grow
And somehow I feel liberated from the prison of my own creation
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