The surface extends over the water. It accepts almost any format. The water becomes murkier and begins tocome alive. The cloudy yellowish turns into gelatinous layers. It rests and becomes juicier and denser. The skin marbles, changes colour and touch depending on what is added to it. You wait, watch and feed it. Until the time comes to take it out. To put it down carefully. Draining it from water. Now it is transparent, not paper and not leather. It is flexible but tears easily. Its gracefulness brings you to discourse. It is fetish and nature at the same time. It reminds me of ages long gone. But can it meet today‘s needs? The attempt of a collection. It will be jacket, trousers or shirt. But in its pureness it is vulnerable. Moisture returns it to its origin, leads to dissolution. Moisture is body - body is fashion. Is this effort of growth, the food, the time worth this vulnerable material? Do we still call it sustainable design?
