Mother’s sense is touch: the one of protective hands, of rescuing embraces, of caresses healing from evil. You can feel her in the enveloping membranes as fine as amniotic sacs, in the knits as thick as soft musk, but also in the rough, coarse textures reminiscent of defensive bark. Lines are gentle, spacious or containing, as though preserving a precious good. But at times they get spontaneous, as unpredictable and indefinite as nature itself, making us feel even more a part of creation.
Research: Sakina Bezzaz for Spring/Summer 2024 season.