Все Релизы

Spring wind floods water, my flower, my flower.
Every bird chooses a partner, my flower, my flower.
Well, who should I choose, my flower, my flower?
You choose me, I choose you, my flower, my flower.
Green ribbon, light clothes, my flower, my flower.
Because wind blows it easily, my flower, my flower.
But the veil is a heavy cloth, my flower, my flower.
Because grief pulls it to the ground, my flower, my flower.

(hungarian folk song – part)

One day I realised something. The balance I wanted to express with this wrap is not a static but very dynamic state. The search for balance, for the perfect state – for the Wondrous Deer – this is what keeps the world moving forward. Once I let go of the idea of a motionless state, the deers started “talking.” One said something, the other replied. I learned from them. There doesn’t have to be a winner between my roles, one doesn’t have to overcome another. Sometimes my mother-role is stronger, sometimes the creative, working role.

Like a long-awaited child, the wrap was finished, ready to be shown to the world. The most important thing is not reaching the goal, but the path we take and who we became as we reach for it. For we are the hunter and we are the Wondrous Deer too…