Feeling out of place or in place...is that to be in the moment when nothing is either a pattern or randomness? Is pattern boring and endless and random, exciting and spontaneous? Which of these brings comfort and understanding? Do we need both pattern and chaos to fall into place or both to come together to form a sense of belonging to be present in a moment? When something happens to look like something that is a pattern or feels natural but is a camouflage, is this out of pattern or place while also being in place? Does the garment begin to question the pattern or randomness of reality and does this contradict nature or fit in perfectly with the natural world?
