Warsan Shire’s poem Backwards stays with Natasha Preenja—like a loop she returns to. It’s not just the words, but the way the words hold memory, grief, and healing all at once. When Preenja works, she experiences and feels something similar in her body. Each mark she makes on the cloth becomes part of a rhythm—a movement that goes beyond block printing. It becomes meditative, almost psychedelic. She is not just printing a pattern; but enters a space where memory and emotion blur into each other, where every gesture carries something of the past, reshaped through the act of mark making.