the scent of night-time flowers has been a journey in remembering things forgotten while traveling on a new path.
the shape of the unseen, a shade of feeling, the internal caress of night scented air, a memory from some distant time.
the act of stitching so old it is in the fibers of our DNA, thread games of peek -a -boo are played out as the needle guides the thread in and out of the cloth.
the process of becoming, one stitch at a time.
in honoring the process of learning new things and being sympathetic to the chaos of becoming.
ever-present yet unseen, the other side of cloth.
a fragment of an organic texture study in hues of pinks and purples.
embroidery knots, threads, beads were incorporated with wool fibers.
under the light of the corduroy moon little scrap mushroom grew. celebrate…dance… let your threads unfurl…
circle dot strawberry spots,
wild strawberry harvest,
a small sweet looking fruit,
a mini berry, the size of a dime,
cloth, tin can, berries, twine,
circle dot strawberry spots
..dot dot line – swimming holes and rock gardens
a koi pond patch
antique yo yo’s and a kitty.
every threads tell a story
random the colors change
one ending, another beginning
something old, something new.