Consider this an introduction.
I think this is the best place to begin because it explains everything that comes after: how I think, what inspires me, what moves me, and why I’m documenting any of this in the first place.
I’ve always loved whimsy. The fantastical. The surreal. Things that feel otherworldly. But I’ve never wanted to escape reality. In fact, I think my appreciation for those things comes from having my feet firmly planted in it.
I love the world for what it is. The good. The bad. The ugly.
I also love seeing people reinterpret it.
Maybe that’s why surrealism has always been my favorite art movement. It takes something familiar and transforms it into something entirely new without losing its connection to reality. It’s a different perspective on the same world.
That scratches the right part of my brain.
The same thing draws me to storytelling. I love it in every form: music, film, art, clothing, books, architecture, even nature itself. Good storytelling doesn’t just communicate an idea—it changes the way you see something.
That’s what I’m using rawhi to do.
Not simply to analyze, but to reinterpret. To observe the world as it is and tell stories through my own perspective. Sometimes through clothing. Sometimes through writing. Sometimes through whatever medium feels right.
The title of this entry isn’t symbolic. It’s a literal description of where I find myself right now.
Starting from scratch.
About a year ago, life pushed me out of a comfort zone I had spent a long time trying to protect. It forced me into the place I didn’t want to be. And even after that, I found ways to avoid the discomfort. Distractions. Temporary pleasures. Things that felt good in the moment but moved me no closer to wherever I’m supposed to be going.
The truth is, I’m not entirely sure what the mission is yet.
This is the part where I lock in and find out.
I’m grateful for what I have, but I’m not content with standing still. So for now, my focus is simple: making something meaningful out of what I’ve been given. Making lemonade out of lemons. Making it work with what I’ve got.
That’s the idea that’s been occupying my mind lately.
If this gives you a glimpse into how I see the world, then it’s done its job. If not, keep reading. I’m sure it’ll make more sense over time.
We’re on the journey together.
I’m still trying to make sense of it myself.
After all, it began the same way most things do:
with a feeling,
a desire,
a yearning.