the dream

Many times it happens I have a dream. Sometimes I'm in an Automotive Design Center, sometimes I found myself in an Fashion Atelier, or in some mysterious Product Dept.
Some sketches are hung on the walls or scattered on the desks.
The drawings are fantastic: car, shoes, garments, all models are simply incredible.
Looking at those drawings I think I could ever get to design things so beautiful.
Normallly I remember only vaguely the patterns seen in the dreams. What remains is the amazement I understand that I myself designed these models and that my mind had great potential to be expressed.

In a day of august 2009, I was in a Denim Laundry to take a look of some new washes. Left on a table was a pair of denim, I remember it was a simple 5pockets , nothing special. But, my brain catched something. Something that made those simply 5p really special. It was a hook, a rusty hook, resting just below the belt, perched in the form of the pocket, right in the side of the little coin pocket. I remember that I was really struck by the purity and essence of that settlement so essential. The feeling was exactly the same that I have tried many times in my dreams.
Only when I approached to the table for a better look, I realized that in reality the hook was there by chance and that the composition was formed only in my mind.
Sometimes, as we say, dreams come trues. Haeng was born.