Ah, the rubber seed. Such a tiny little thing for its a massive role in my growth. Back when I was working at Singapore Art Museum, I loved being assigned to Isabelle Desjeux's exhibit, 1000 Rubber Seeds and One Mutant. I memorised my lines, I fell in love with the concept and I grew as a person. I learnt how to love failures for what they are. I loved the interactions I had, the drawings I gave and the lessons I kept.
If a word could be defined in a journey, this word would be: reminiscent.
She stood in the storm and when the wind did not blow her way, she adjusted her sails.
— Elizabeth Edwards
sincerely,
Nurul xx