The Void
The theme of the void seemed to be in the air then, and at the same time, I was in love.
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Five years ago, at the height of the pandemic, I was stranded in Seoul—in a situation of complete uncertainty and fear. That was when my sewing skills came in handy: a beloved hobby that had sustained me through my years of office work.
Kimono became a symbol of protection for me, a cave where I could hide from the madness outside that had taken over the world. I made ten kimono at once.
When I returned to Moscow, I gave them to my friends. That was when it all began. People noticed my kimono and asked how to contact the maker. That is how I started sewing to order.
Since then, kimono has become my everyday work, firmly entering my life and evolving along the way. Now I feel that I am part of creating art—bringing an idea to life through matter. And I love it.
In another life, I was a translator and spent about five years living in Asia—in China and Myanmar. That time instilled in me a love of the East. You can see it in my work through Chinese characters and elements of Chinese and Japanese painting.
For me, a kimono is a canvas, a world where anything is possible!
Today I live on a mountain in Georgia, drawing inspiration from the views and enjoying the quiet far from the bustle of the city.
Lesia Newman