This is the beginning of a story,
the story of a dress that is afraid to exist,
To exist in a world that has already too many things.
Fibers, threads, fabric, cells, vessels, skin…
We are more similar than you may think.
This is an invitation to take a closer look at our own existence,
To experience the multiple possibilities of our lives.
This is a divagation about the connection between what is imagined and what is real…
Is there any difference between them after all?
Suddenly I exist as an idea in someone’s mind
How did I become to exist? That’s the mystery of humankind
Uncertainty is the only thing I know to be true
Tell me, am I any different from you?
In constant change, I’m fluid like a wave breaking on the shore
This moment is not the same as the instant right before
Imagining my existence, that’s something I can feel
So if reality is imagined, am I already real?
I’m a blur, an empty space, I have no beginning nor an end
Is this all a big illusion? My unexpected life is hard to comprehend
I’m not the first one and I won’t be the last, there’s tons of others like me out there
See, we are exactly the same… So stand up for yourself if you dare!
Deconstructing our beliefs and disbeliefs
We are much more than what can only be seen
Be brave and free yourself from concepts that hold you back
Words, material, color, shape, proportion… what do they actually mean?
A poem, a puzzle, a mosaic, slowly connecting all the dots
A small part in a whole, be patient to unravel all the knots
Piece by piece, layer by layer, suddenly all become what it is
It takes time but it happens: we’ll become a beautiful bigger piece