I love Arts;
In all its totality
It may be, using words to create wisdom or a new path
Or creating beauty from Ashes
Art is my new way of life
Therefore I love concentrating on trash
Which means lots of sleepless nights over Trash
It didn’t start suddenly
It sprouts from my inner wound and pain
It blossoms in my daily thoughts
It thrives in my soul, Now Creativity lives in me
Digesting it was not as easy as I thought
Since I needed it as a wheel to drive Transformation
I decided to see each strand of fabric as intestine
While the heart of the matter is Transforming lives of women,
Creating community champions from abandoned female folks
How can trash transform lives?
How can the inconsequential become adorable ?
How do you expect to find beauty in Ashes?
How will the dead bones breathe again?
How can the abused become assets?
How can dirt become gold?
Sleepless nights did the magic
Listening and learning from others became the oil
Personal experience greases my elbow
Each strand of fabric glitters like gold
Little square of fabrics became beauty to the beholder
Gradually mind set change began in our neighbourhood
In a world where the focus is on external adornment
To make it plain and simple
It is trash today but treasure tomorrow
It can be squared of two by two, transformed into bedcover
To warm the body and caresses the soul
It can also be transformed into bags;
To carry our burden and light the soul
Yes, It is possible to create a cooking bag;
All from trash.
Until this fateful day, the day Art changed my life
When I began to pick the inconsequential -
The trash among the trash
And I began to create a new wall Art
Wall of love, not the border wall; Wall of Arts
From the minutest, I brought out the eye
From strands of trash, I created beautiful women
Small pieces of fabrics created wall hens, peacocks and elephants
A new me has emerged, ready to recreate more women