As said earlier, my love for origami started with a school project. We were to
submit at least five different origami figures. In order to do so I bought an origami booklet. Being very logical, I find it easy to follow the instructions. I liked what I was doing so I continued to fold more papers even after having created five works. When I submitted my project, I got a high grade for having done something different and more complex than that of the others. Everyone on our class were having this origami craze which ended a few weeks later. With the craze gone, I still did origami during my pasttime.
Seeing how fun it was, I bought more booklets and did more origami. I was enthusiastic of it and it seemed as if some of the paper folding were seeping into my memory. I remembered every single detail in creating each and every origami in my booklets.
But now I quite forgot how to create majority of the origami figures. Yet some of the simplest I do recall its procedure such as the rabbit.
The most complex that I can create based on my memory was the very first origami that I knew of: the crane. It does have some sentimental value attached to it.
Even with the very few memorized origami that I can do, I can still follow origami instructions and end up with an almost perfect creation. When I open my origami booklets, I can remember quite a few instructions in making one figure after another.
I know that this skill in paper folding was bequeathed to me by my late grandfather. I can say that I have genetically inherited and nurtured it further. If it wasn't for him I would not be able to discover my skill and love in paper folding, origami.
No comments:
Post a Comment