Two clasped hands rest on a stainless steel cutting board—an object of domestic industry transformed into an altar of stillness. This gesture of repose embodies what I call “unalienated leisure”: a condition where work and rest dissolve into one another, free from the demand to perform.

 

I have always loved to do things with my hands:

sewing, beading, drawing,

making postcards for friends,

braiding my grandma’s hair.

 

I went on to study fashion textiles,

burying my early twenties

in the print and embroidery room;

sewing and cleaning as an intern

But, then came the industry—

where my hands touched the keyboard

more than fabric.

The keyboard became a mace,

striking my hands into numbness.

 

I quitted.

I travelled.

I learned to touch nature again,

to feel life with my hands.

 

I choose art

as my unalienated labour,

my unalienated leisure.

And then comes the art industry..

 

That's my two hands clasp:

to take a long rest,

to stop,

to move to-no-end.

 

I teach my hand to sleep deeply,

to wake curiously,