It became a living canvas.
SINCE Daughter IS 3 YEARS OLDS.
The "here" or "now" already prepared for me when I was born, or any child, was created by the ancestors. If this here and now is a world that someone created for their own convenience, shouldn't we create a world for our own convenience? That was when I started thinking about such things. Soon after, I found sacks of coffee beans on the street. The sacks came from many different countries and were rugged. The ruggedness of the sacks reminded me of the wildness of my daughter, who cried terribly at night. I tore the sacks of coffee beans and sewed them together.