from mouth to motif
LIPS began as a curiosity project — I wanted to experiment with paper piecing in patchwork. A close-up photograph of my own lips became the starting point. There was something about the curve, the tension in the outline, the way light settled on the surface that kept pulling me in. My goal was to translate these nuances into a textile form.
I used an online quilt-pattern tool to turn the photograph into a paper-piecing template. As with most quilts, the process was slow and full of tactile decisions: choosing fabrics, cutting paper and cloth, aligning fragments, stitching them together. What emerged was a wall hanging —
a tactile interpretation of the mouth and face that held both softness and geometric precision. The palette shifted from feminine pinks, magentas and violets through sharp orange-reds and soft peaches to cooler greys.

Later, while studying communication design, I returned to the motif and transferred it into linoleum. The carving knife gave it a new voice: sharper, more graphic, more deliberate. A set of prints came out from the linocut — and from the prints, a stamp that eventually opened the path toward
a repeat pattern.


Once the repeat pattern was complete, its Art Nouveau qualities became unmistakable — the flowing curves, the mirrored rhythm, the sense of ornamented structure. It immediately made me think of a feature wall in
a modern yet nostalgic interior, where the pattern could bring both elegance and emotional warmth. I named the pattern Crimson Noveau.

My curiosity carried me one step further. I began to wonder how the pattern might live beyond walls — how it might move with a body, catch the light, or shift in character when translated into fabric. So I followed that question, too. The motif revealed itself as wearable art — softened by movement, reshaped by the body, becoming alive in a new way. Its curves entered into a dialogue with the model’s own form, echoing the sinuous lines of her silhouette.

Curiosity guided me again — this time into the digital realm. I began experimenting with the motif in design software, shifting hues, softening contrasts and exploring how colour alone could change its temperament.
A new palette emerged: warmer, brighter, more playful. By recolouring the pattern, I discovered another facet of its personality — one that felt lighter and more cheerful, yet still rooted in the hand-carved lines of the original print.

As I delved into further exploration, Crimson Noveau became Rose Noveau and began to suggest new spaces of its own. In its softened, peach-toned palette, it felt warmer — almost atmospheric — as if it wanted to inhabit
a room where calm, breath and movement meet. I imagined it on the walls of a women’s yoga studio: a gentle presence that holds the space rather than overwhelms it, offering quiet focus and emotional warmth.

From there, another question unfolded: how might this energy translate onto the body in motion? So I followed it. The same pattern, recoloured in these cosy, feminine tones, became a yoga set — a second skin that moves, stretches and breathes with the wearer. In this context, the motif felt intimate and grounding, inviting a sense of ease and inward attention. Rose Noveau revealed itself.

The exploration didn’t stop there. When I shifted the palette again — this time into softened greens — the pattern revealed another facet. This hue brought a sense of spacious calm that felt at home in a modern interior. As a feature wall, the motif became almost meditative, anchoring the room without dominating it — a quiet geometry that invites the eye to settle and the mind to soften. Jade Noveau came to life.

Curiosity nudged me one step further: how might this green variation live on the body? Once translated into a dress, the pattern revealed a different kind of expression. Its flowing lines softened into the drape of fabric, meeting the body’s natural rhythm with quiet grace. What had once been a wall became a garment — and with it, a new presence emerged: wearable, expressive, subtly alive.

This whole exploration began with a single motif — and a willingness to follow my own intuitive curiosity wherever it wanted to lead.



Perhaps you, too, remember a moment when something you made or noticed opened an unexpected path. If you ever feel called to share that story, I would love to hear from you — you’re welcome to write to me anytime.
Let what stirs within guide you gently,
Renata