The first time it happened to me, I almost didn’t recognize it.
“This can’t be real,” I told myself.
Especially when you’ve spent so long feeling emotionally numb.
That’s how many of us move through life.
Phone in hand.
Jumping from one thing to another.
Performing productivity.
Performing presence.
Proving we’re still here.
But feeling less and less.
And maybe that’s why it took me so long to understand what was happening the first time a piece truly spoke to me.
I kept looking at it and couldn’t believe it.
Why this one? Good luck peacock
Why couldn’t I stop thinking about it?
Why did I feel something so specific while looking at a textile?
It made no sense.
And maybe that’s why writing this today has felt so difficult.
Because I’ve spent the whole day trying to organize myself.
Planning strategies.
Thinking about what to post.
How to grow.
How to structure everything.
And the more I try to control the thread… the more I lose it.
Until I realized the subject was never really embroidery.
It was the feeling of experiencing something real again.
Because some pieces decorate.
And others interrupt the numbness.
Pieces that don’t arrive only to fill a wall.
They arrive to wake something up inside you.
And when that happens, you know.
You don’t need to justify it.
You don’t need to over explain it.
You simply feel that the piece… chose you.
And maybe that’s why I never wanted Casa Lanna Ha to become a place full of objects made just to match a room.
I would rather share pieces someone cannot stop thinking about even after closing the screen.
Because when a piece stays with you long after you’ve seen it… it has probably already found its person.
PS
Some pieces are still waiting for the right person.
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