Hussein Bazaza Ready-to-Wear “Stimulus”, F/W 2013-1014 Starch Foundation

A stimulus of the dry petals gently pressing between pages. The frosty icicles crying over the windowsill. The melodious symphony of chirping sparrows. The butterflies flickering their wings away. The prick of a honeybee’s sting. The emerald cabbage that once held my fetus. The wood bark I engraved my initials on. The vibrant scribbles I once called my house. The velvet bedspread that protected me from thunder. The soft wrinkles on grandmother’s hands. The clicking sounds of mother’s late night wool knitting. The three wax-dripping candles on my sweet frosting. The brick-red copper pot steaming in the kitchen. The tunes from the wooden radio next door. The sepia photo slipping out of father’s dusty books. The gentle fingers stroking my hair. The blazing smell of cooked marshmallows. The hypnotizing glittery branches on Christmas eve. The verdant tree which took me higher. The layers beneath my skin. The permanent scar on my chin. The chipping sound of my nails. The everlasting fairy tales in my head. Past memories are review; through a stimulus.

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