This is one of those pieces that came rushing out of me. It was those thoughts I was thinking, that I mentioned yesterday, which somehow came together and became this wall hanging. The words surprised me. I thought something the opposite of the curvy roots would work in them. I could see letters there, but I didn’t even know what this piece was all about, so I didn’t have words for it. And as quickly as I thought that, the words came. But I had to write each sentence down before the next would come. It’s as if there wasn’t enough room for all the words at once. I had to move them out of the way and make space for what would come next. I don’t actually feel like I had much to do with any of it. It just happened.
I found the old linen to stitch it on in much the same way. I just looked through what I had until I found the “right” one. This linen was cut in half speckled with rust stains, imperfections. And it was perfect.
I love that the linens I use have a history. Some I know a bit about and others are mysteries. I’m never starting with a blank page, from the very beginning I’ve already given away some control. Wabi-Sabi, nothing is perfect or complete, change is constant. And in this, there is beauty.
Hold me close to the earth is sold.