The task was to create a container for a beach stone. The requirements were open to us which did  not made is easier. It was a balance between nature and a organic shape. My Lotus flower was a bout evolution how it slowly opens and the most precious thing is exposed.

 

 

 

 

 

 

We were suppose to choose a certain spot of a floor we got a assigned to which drew our attention the most. The melancholic atmosphere of the fashion course was scary but also magnetic.
to emphasize my interpretation of the 7th floor i wrote a text:

 

 

There is something mystical about the 7th floor. Exiting the cramped and hot elevator and entering the space

sets myself into a strange and uncertain mood. The bleak concrete, sterile concrete walls seem depressing but at the same time have so much beauty. Cracks and wholes render their own painting. Passing the entrance hall, which is full of rigid plastic designer chairs and continuing walking down the narrow and oppressive hallway, makes me want to move faster towards a room that makes me gasp for breath. But I am not here, yet. I am looking up. Looking at the dazzling and glimmering artificial lights. I see pipes. Watching them move like snakes. Then looking down. The grinding linoleum floor has flaws and small black gaps. I want to continue walking. Carrying on, my eyes shift from right to left, left to right. Observing as much as possible. Finally.. A light. A different light. A window. A gleaming shine of warm sunlight breaks through this little unassuming window. I can see dust particles dancing in the air. Looking to the left, I see mannequins standing all over the hallway. They have different textures and patterns printed on each side. I feel fascinated by them but they also scar me. I am curious to see what hides in that very last room in the back. By entering, for the first time I have a feel of relief. Big windows, high ceilings, an open space flushed with natural light. This is where I want to stay.