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The Nammuldi Project

The Nammuldi Project arose and evolved naturally. In the beginning my best friend Mori said to me, "I get excited whenever you walk towards me holding a piece of paper, because it usually has something special written on it." Later that day I wrote "Something special" in beautiful cursive on a scrap piece of paper and left it on his laptop keyboard. I continued giving him pieces of my scrap paper art until one day he looked at me with sad eyes and said "it would break my heart if I ever had to leave them behind." I understood what he meant because we share the philosophy of travelling light in life. I went home to Australia and spent the summer filling pages and books with art and I soon began to reflect Mori's worries about accumulating large amounts of paper art that would end up packed away in boxes. Then one day I found the answer:

Leave a trail of tiny sparks in the world. So I have begun to leave pieces of paper art out in the world, where someone may stumble upon them as they go about their day. I keep a little piece here for me.

Peregrine Falcon

“Wandering falcon”

There is a Peregrine Falcon living on my street. I sat on the balcony this evening to watch the flame red sunset when my parents pointed it out to me. It is nesting in a nook of my neighbour’s roof. I watched it tucked up in the corner: a positively majestic creature. I wonder about my instinct towards the mighty creatures around me. Even though logically I understand that a Peregrine does not need it, I offer my protection out of reflex.

So it is with the strongest people I know. Though I understand that in moments of quiet they do not need my protection, I still find myself projecting it, sometimes too keenly. To them I offer this explanation: I do not wish to stop you from standing on your own two feet and I certainly do not think you are incapable of a mighty strength. Perhaps it is partially a reflex from a need to be needed. Or perhaps it is because I see you fight with all your strength in everything you do and if I see the opportunity to help shoulder your burden, I instinctively take it.

I hope you understand that it is a cup of tea that I offer to you without agenda.

there's a mind under this hat

Laura Marling

Photographer: unknown

and I'm clearing all the stuff out of my room

trying desperately to figure out

what it is that makes me blue

and I wrote an epic letter to you

and it's 22 pages front and back

and it's too good to be used

and I tried to be a girl who likes to be used

I'm too good for that

there's a mind under this hat and I

called them all and told them I've got to move

-Laura Marling, Goodbye England (Covered in Snow)

Sometimes I am afraid of becoming lost within my thoughts and never finding my way through the haze. When I am wandering in that world it is uplifting to stumble upon something that accurately reflects my situation, preventing me from becoming incapacitated; a sign that literally signifies where I am. For me, a song, a poem or a passage from a book can act as a lighthouse on the shoreline. Perhaps recognising a part of myself within the words that someone else has written prevents me from feeling isolated. Seeing (or hearing) another person's weakness translated into beautiful art inspires me to do the same. If I reach even one other person through that action in my entire life, it will be worth the paper it is written on.

Lou