- aesthetic***
borrowed from New Latin *aestheticus,* borrowed from Greek *aisthētikós* "of sense perception, sensitive, perceptive," from *aisthētós* "sensible, perceptible" (verbal adjective of *aisthánomai, aisthánesthai* "to perceive, take notice of, understand," going back to **awis-th-,* from **awis-,* base of Greek *aḯein* "to perceive, hear" + *-th-,* resultative noun suffix) + *-ikos* [-IC entry 1](https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/-ic#etymology)
"o futuro é ancestral"
Ailton Krenak
Between the fact and the affection, there is my practice. So I'll start with the affection.
My grandmother from my mother's side was a seamstress and I grew up seeing sewing as a labor, a maintenance of mental health, more than the fashion aspect of it. When she lost part of her vision due to an unsuccessful surgery - this, for me, was the moment when my grandmother begun to die, even though it happened around 6 years before her death. Sewing sustained her *life*.
This got the back of my mind and, now, practicing the purest form of aesthetic - which is to perceive -, I'm looking back trying to understand my contradictions. Always very fascinated about fashion and clothes, I could never get how could it hit me so deeply, me being someone that cares about sustainability since my childhood. Waste was always a topic on my mind, so how can a support such a dirty industry?
Sometimes we talk about being sustainable as if it was just a matter of (f)act, of following the right input. But we have our deepest emotions, habits and memories anchored
Every step we take impacts nature, every stone taken out of place.
So let's go to the fact: textile waste.
> Textile production is estimated to be responsible for about 20% of global clean **water pollution** from dyeing and finishing products.