29 December 2014
28 December 2014
HOW IT IS, between fabric, and fabrication. Between quilt and quilter. How embellishment shows up and knocks on the door. Learning to see it as it is. The maple leaf. The redbud. How to see it before me, as it is. Then, as it isn't. Wringing it just enough to see it again with hope that wasn't here. Just enough. How it comes again, fresh.