I didn’t think of it this way, but there is definitely something of that. An obsession or an inherent mechanism, almost like breathing: it’s here, you don’t question it you just do it. And these Bengal stripes, to me they are blown-up fingerprints: unique, individual and mysterious. It started as a pattern laid over a shoe, and then I proceeded to covering everything with it. During lockdown, I painted my clothes, my tiny objects, my furniture at home, and at some point my product bottles too. It was a way to keep my project close when everything around seemed to shatter into a thousand tiny pieces. Adult is at the heart of me, its fibres are my fibres, this obsession, as you call it, is the language we share with one another.