空の色が黒くなってくるとさ、なんだか私か悲しい気持ちなる．．．どうして？

projects

currently knitting (finished)

I have everything that would tend to make life well. But still at night when I lay in bed. My mind wanders off across the continent over the Atlantic to the hills of (Mayo). In spite of all I can never forget home, as any Irishman in a foreign land can not forget the land he was raised in.

i've started work on what will eventually become a small 3 piece collection for my school's fashion show in april.
my concept for the show is branching off from a current project about the idea of "sustainability" not in the environmental sense of the work rather just the idea of sustaining something. in my previous design project i worked with the culture clash in terms of apparel at the start of the meiji period in japan.

following in that vein for sustainability i'm focusing on my attempts at sustaining my identity as an irish person in spite of various other cultural influences on my life.

i'm working on a mash up of old irish men, art from punjab, and japanese street style. looking at the effects living in japan has had on me and sikhi and everything.

the last time i was in ireland was summer 2009, this summer i'll be in japan (probably).

time away from ireland has made me certain of one thing though, home is home and home is up on top of the hill in county mayo. and even if i go home in clothes from japanese thrift stores, with a dastar on my head 3 years from now, home will be home, and i am irish.