化/ba-ke
“No rules, no musts.”
Nothing manifests by intention.
What stirs and accumulates within eventually manifests without warning.
After days of isolation and focused creation,
there are moments when I feel close to seeing it.
Wanting to witness it, I shed all constraints
and place full trust in myself.
If my usual self is reason, then this is sensitivity.
I observe that sensibility, with reason occasionally assisting.
The piece born from that state confronts me—
like my own appearance, an undeniable fact.
I don't know how many more I'll make,
but among them, one piece—
quietly, manifests without warning.
And let that be my roots.
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Nothing can be transformed just by trying to transform it.
Something that has been building up and wriggling suddenly transforms.
When I spend days holed up in my room devoting myself to my work, there are times when I feel like I can see something.
I wanted to see it for myself, so when I had finished my work, I decided to let go of all my ties and entrust everything to myself.
(If we consider our normal selves to be rational, then this can be called emotion.
My rational self watches over those emotions and occasionally helps out.)
The resulting garment, like my own appearance, confronts me with an overwhelming truth.
I don't know how many pieces I will make from now on, but this one piece that will form the foundation of them all will transform into something subtle.
And let that be my roots.
