Mimosa Pudica, a plant commonly known as ‘touch-me-not’ curls up into its own little soft leaves when touched. Little does it know that
people are still hovering around it, waiting for it to open itself up again. As a little girl, I played with this plant in my grandmother’s house.
I would wait for all the stems with folded leaves to open themselves to me over and over. I too would close myself to the world and open
again. Thus this act became a metaphor for my work.