Our ability to bring forth the informed abstract, into this concrete world is the definition of magic.

This project took longer than anticipated, what's new. I spent hours upon hours hand stitching each seam, pulling, tucking, tugging, smoothing, securing, shaping, so that what's originally imagined, and drawn up inside a rendering software can be as accurately reflected in real life.

Thereon, giving birth to the idea.

Rather or not the idea came from me, another person, or a team of people, is besides the point. The point is that labor and movement are special in that without them, the world as we know it would not exist. It is sacred, it is common, it is accessible to the extend that the bodies we are born into allow us. It is a privilege to perform labor, it is a reflection of our bodies, their limitations, and their uniqueness.

People tend to live in the illusion of hierarchy, exalting the ability of having ideas, while contemning the skills of labor. Being creative with abstraction and using one's body to create with material are not mutually exclusive - one does not suddenly become simpleminded as a laborer, nor does one become a master of a craft by creating images of objects.

Labor should be respected, labor should be valued, without it the world ceases to exist. Labor is not the quality of a brute, it is rather complex and sophisticated. It takes years of experience to learn and to perfect any skillset. It takes discernment to recognize alignment or disharmony in the material, and knowledge to choose the right actions to take, if any. The working muscles of the body in harmony with the memory of the mind, and the knowing of the senses, a trinity at work. Labor is intelligence, labor is beauty, labor is power.