A Father’s Day Reflection — and the Red Dress That Stayed With Me
Hi friend,
As Father’s Day arrives, I find myself reflecting on one of my most treasured memories — a quiet, powerful moment of love from my father during a time when we had so little.
When we lived in a refugee camp in Thailand, my father was once given a rare opportunity to leave for a short language learning trip. While away, he used what little he had to bring something back for me — a beautiful red dress.
I still remember how I felt when he gave it to me:
I was in awe of this object from the outside world that I have never seen before. In fact I haven't seen anything that was outside the camp in my whole life.
That red dress wasn’t just clothing — it was a dream wrapped in fabric. A whisper of beauty in a hard place. And unknowingly, it would inspire something in me that’s still with me to this day.
🎨 The Dress That Became a Daydream ❤️
That same dress became a symbol in my Wandering Daydreams collection — a reminder of resilience, softness, and the beauty that can bloom even in difficult places.
When I paint pieces from this collection, I think of that girl in the red dress, spinning in dust and sunlight, imagining new worlds with every brushstroke.
To all the fathers and father figures who show up with love — in grand gestures and quiet moments — thank you. And to those who’ve carried us, supported us, or simply believed in us: this day is for you, too.
💛 ♥️Here’s to the red dress moments we never forget.
💛 And here’s to the people who gift us the courage to dream.
Yours Truly,
Makara
P.S. If you’re new to my journey and haven’t heard the full story behind my art and life, I’d love to share more with you — just scroll down and watch the video below. 💫