Memorial Of The Raw
The plants we see every day, they all have their own flaws,
yet they are beautiful, because of their own imperfection.
The objects that are abandoned, scattered on a street,
yet they are precious, because of their own memories.
I feel ironic whenever I witness those perfect, flawless flowers and plant motive patterns printed on a textile.
How many times in real life do I see a leaf without a rotten hole or a stain?
Same emotion evokes when I look at the monuments, glorious architectures, perfectly polished high-end stores.
Why aren’t there a single building where has a memorial for the actual workers and the builders?
Why don’t we have the memorial of ‘Raw’?
This project had been made with the intention of giving the recognition to the real plants on the street. Prints are made with the scattered plants in my neighborhood, directly pounded on the textile on the site. Embroidery was added on the top to trace the plant, as well as to give the interpretation of my thoughts while I was pounding them on the street.