Jeisher Ira Mallari

To create a feminine space is to define feminism; And to define feminism is to impose an ideology. What is it to be feminine? Is it to portray elegance like fabric in the wind, or can it be piercing? Like  needles puncturing your skin; a punch in the gut. At the heart of the building lies a courtyard, open to the sky, where a single tree grows upward through the light of the skylight. Its branches filter the sun, casting shifting shadows that drift across floors and walls, guiding movement inwards and outwards

The sewing space, intimate yet communal. A long wooden table invites women to gather, to stitch. To layer fabric into stories. The rhythm of needle and thread becomes a language, each piece of cloth a fragment of memory. Quilts here archive migration journeys and intergenerational narratives, and the quiet resilience of women who carried both family and culture across oceans. Patchworking is more than a craft; it is collective weaving. A way of binding together voices that might otherwise remain fragmented.

This is a place of light and surface, of craft and reclamation, of bodies and fabrics bearing witness. It is a sanctuary where silence is broken, where stories are preserved, and where community becomes something alive-- stitched and inked into the very air, refusing to be forgotten.