SHALL WE SPEAK OF ENDINGS? Perhaps here, at the end, it would be poignant to speak of beginnings instead.
In the beginning, there was light. There was inspiration and creativity that sparked and grew into a collective tome of our travels, of cultural revelations, of our desires to create something truly homegrown and authentic. Our hearts poured out into colour swatches, tear sheets, mind maps, mood boards, swathes of paper that bloomed into something more.
Then came life. We grew and flew, and touched and tasted, and savoured every new experience. We strove to find the new in the mundane, to find the alternative in the well-trodden. We were small, but we were true.
And now, we pay our respects and give thanks to the ones who have helped us along the way. We had a dream and now we awake. We were blessed. We move on. Life grows again.