Nola Black presents Hey Stranger ’22, EVOL 1 collection.
‘Hey Stranger’ is based on an assemblage of the emotions felt on an individual and collective level in the immediate pandemic and post pandemic era. Divided into three phases – disruption, deconstruction and rediscovery – this collection invites us to examine the effect of the thunderbolts. On the one hand, there is a complete disruption to life as we know, this position is sustained for a while, after which there is an unraveling of ideas, a call to questioning of positions once solidified and finally, out of all that is experienced comes an epiphany, a moment of sweeping answers, telling you about yourself, a bloom. Hey Stranger is a hail to the newly informed you in lieu of this process of solitude.
Multiple fabric in varying iridescent tones and hues dominate this collection to reflect movement and stillness in thought and form. The use of duotone reflective fabric is to evoke the idea of blurry memories, fleeting thoughts and raw emotion. The colour tones move from a dreary earthly tone, which portray being stuck in a dreamlike state, with fuzzy memories of events yet to occur, to bright distinct colours indicating a sudden bloom. Illustrative design details – such as empty holes of different sizes to spiral shaped elements, distinct proportions, intricate sculpting, and sometimes draping, were used to extrapolate silhouettes best suited to the concept.
We are isolated in order but all is in disarray. A solitude that strengthens the core and promotes togetherness. The forced break, connoted by the silence that comes when the scraping & clawing to be with others comes to a halt. An odyssey to stillness, exploring the infinite worlds within. Alone together, even our solitude is intertwined together through the big little screens. A reminder of our individual existence to achieve collective destiny.
Home is what my mind presents to me. In the physical, four corners of certitude, like time, the room loses boundaries, everything is moving. My thoughts, tucked away, home is where they creep out. It is calm outside, chaotic within. My home disorganised, showing me my thoughts in view. The screams are deafening though silent. Home is where I go in my mind, where I am reminded that time is temporary. Mind and space intertwine, everything is morphing, I am becoming one with my room. In the confines of these walls, sojourned here in my psyche, they blend into one.
Surrounded but alone and alone but not lonely, in the companion of oneself. Your innermost musings gushing out at you at full speed, displaced due to the inability to live out your contemplations, you’re stuck in a dreamlike state. Sequestered, you are afforded time to re-examine yourself wholly. The mind is exalted through independence, recenter you to your path. Moments of deconstruction of all the ideas you had once mastered, this journey is continuous and infinite, unrelenting evaluation of self and worth. This process is individual and solitary. I am a stranger/unfamiliar to myself. A disruption is underway then the inevitable outcome of your perpetual solitude happens. A presence of oneness, a re-discovery. Hey stranger.