shy is a fragile thing. she emerged as a fragment. very thin, hardly there. in order to stabilize her i attached her to a double layer of thin-ness. to keep her light but recognize her substance. one layer is translucent floral silk from grandma's scarf and the other a screen-like raw silk gauze from elsewhere. some place far away. both fabrics, as wispy as they are, form a stable partnership when stitched together. i remember being shy. at the time, it was something like fear. but much lighter. i think it was a feeling like not wanting to be visible, but still so wanting to be there.
...i cut the the two layers from behind her. to keep her see-through.
...i think she looks rather lovely with the light passing through her.
...i imagined this might be what she might see from the inside. herself perhaps distorted. her softness hardened into some sort of shell. unable to grasp the range of her glow.
...shy seems to be quite a different story when floating in the summer breeze. because she can. she is so light.
lighter cloth is on my mind. characters that carry light on their journey... keepers of light
this one is a gift.
