A pile of fabric gathered in the corner of the workspace.
Scraps from the past I couldn't throw away, and unused fabrics quietly waiting their turn.
I rummage through them without a plan.
Though they've always been nearby, they unexpectedly offer a fresh sensation.
A little later, I recall the pieces that no longer exist, and the feeling I had when I first acquired those materials.
Between those two sensations, something new begins to emerge.
From there, joy takes over and my hands start moving on their own.
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A pile of fabrics piled up in the corner of the workroom.
Scraps from the past that I can't bring myself to throw away, and unused fabric waiting to be used.
Fishing for them aimlessly
Even though it's always been close by, it's a surprisingly fresh experience
A little later, I recalled the works that are no longer available and the experience I had when I acquired them.
Between these two experiences, something new emerges.
From there, joy moves the hands.