We are so accustomed to recognising and desiring to see beauty around us. Beautiful objects surround our lives, forming an inherent part of our lifestyle and even a sense of happiness. In addition to witnessing these, I deeply enjoy the insight into their making.

Apart from witnessing the beauty, I love that I get this visibility, to the process behind it. How it was created and brought to life. What it takes to become that finished product, we all adorn in our spaces for time to come.

It’s a very exciting juxtaposition, if you ask me. As we commonly hear, “it gets messy before it gets better”. 

And that ‘mess’ in my perspective, are pure possibilities. I find it to be a form of metamorphosis.

Every little choice is important to the outcome. The hits and misses, the little decisions successful or unsuccessful, the learnings and some unlearning is all a part of this creative process. What’s unseen is the motivation behind this pursuit, the will to get up despite the fall, the desire to achieve the desired outcome, even if the process is divided into hands of many.

Another beautiful process unseen, is the sublime refining of the craft with every attempt. It’s camouflaged practice towards a determined goal. The hands that move swifter, the eyes which focus sharper, the products which multiply faster.

The ‘mess’ appears an unfiltered canvas, the tools, the artistry, the concentration, the creative thought armed with the analytical thinking, the hands synced in flow. It’s a beautiful sight if you ask me.  

Often at a sight like such, one finds products lined and unfinished. Un-beautified. In their sheer form, original shape and colour before they are beautified and given their recognisable identity. They appear just like a crowd, multiple in numbers until they’re given final touches and each becomes a unique one.

And that piece, with all that history, today cupped in our hands lives its part forming a little piece in our history.