Emily Byun Section Kevin Walz “Ambedo” When the women in my family would hang up the fresh laundry, I remember running through them with my brother and feeling transported to another world where soft walls pushed us around. So much work and play happens when the warm light spreads between clean threads. Multiple generations come out to enjoy the slow labor of hanging up clothes. It is the light of the sun that bids us to come out into the feelings of safety and cleanliness. With spotlights angled downward, shadows are casted through the cut outs of the clothing and the fan helps to dance around the light. The various transparencies of fabric help to dissolve the feeling of space whilst providing that familiar soft comfort. Ambedo: n. a kind of melancholic trance in which you become completely absorbed in vivid sensory details—raindrops skittering down a window, tall trees leaning in the wind, clouds of cream swirling in your coffee—briefly soaking in the experience of being alive, an act that is done purely for its own sake.