PROJECTS
COMFORT
May 2024
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May 2024
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I end this year with as wide a tear as the smile slapped onto my face. With relief comes shoulders that drop and eye strain I handn’t noticed until after I allowed myself to rest.
Comfort was tested this time.
Comfort was literal.
Comfort was metaphorical.
Comfort was removed from inside of me and spilled onto blank A3 sheets.
The tumultuous noise that kept roaring at me and begged me to take a seat while I kept getting up in attempt to follow the steps to the dance I have done many times since starting my studies, was actually a sound inside me keeping me safe.
“Sit down!” it yelled.
I kept on dancing, dancing, dancing, until I fell and did not know how to get back up again.
I looked up ahead of me and instead of seeing flat surfaces, I saw a pile of ballet tights and tutu skirts awaiting to be mended and sewn back together. How had I not seen this pile before?
I looked down at my feet and saw my blank A3 sheets and realized how behind I had fallen. And for once, I did not get back up. Instead, I crawled to this big pile and pulled out a skirt.
I looked at it,
I touched it,
I felt it,
I even tried it on.
And magically, moments later, a needle appeared in my hand. And there I sat, cross-legged, a thread bobbin in my hand, I began to sew.
Gently.
Calmly.
I asked for help, for once.
Oh! And suddenly we were five! Mending skirts on the ground. Our small fingers getting pricked from time to time. Soon later, a clock rang. Our eyes jetting at the door, a man walks through.
“You must be done now. No matter how far you’ve gotten. You must be done.”
So our small hands dropped, and we handed over our work. Although not our best, and not our richest, we had learnt that all we needed this time around was comfort from one another.