More than thirty years ago Origami became a part of my life. I don’t remember how or why. I do recall origami paper and origami books being on the pine box used as a coffee table where each family member would sit and fold on a regular basis. Water bombs and cranes and owls and boxes in abundance; one of a time intricately constructed dragon, golden beetle, dancing couple, Hindu figure…
Over the years, a dove flying out from a greeting card, a minimalist elephant, numerous fortune tellers… have kept the adventure ongoing. Wondering how an idle folding would translate into fabric resulted in an Origami dress design. Hearing that others were exploring an expansion of the boundaries of origami got me …. playing…..
The paper is chosen (here a piece rough on one side, smooth on the other, torn thoughtfully from a roll) and then held until something is passed from the paper to the hand and from the hand back to the paper.
Folding occurs. Gently. Letting the paper speak.
Turned in on itself.
Reversed.
Condensed.
Taking on a life of its own; understood.
Achieving position.
Displayed.