A husband’s work shirt. A daughter’s favorite dress. A coat worn first by cousins. The curtains that once caught the air in the kitchen window.
Convergence of scraps
patching together stories
raveled by the past
Lines do not seek verticals or horizontals. Edges founder in imprecision. Colors speak loudly and urgently.
Each stitch conjures a voice, face,
gesture—a way of being
A bed now comforted with reflection and dreams.