An old piece of artwork. A self portrait.
The box, the wings, the breaking out. Oddly, one of the few things behind glass here. The paper is very old.
One of the first repairs to the Cat Quilt, long ago. A kind of holding Nothing patch. Nook, my big old cat is immortalized on the Lion Quilt as well.
And now, after a bit of day dreaming, I've taken a new approach to filling the holes along the edge where many of the white triangles have disappeared.I used a lot of vintage cloth there. It melted but that's ok. I learn a lot by watching things melt away. It's a privilege really.
Filling the space with space. Sky like cloth. But Room. Room is the word on my mind. Room to expand maybe. Get beyond just that space. Be filled with less maybe. Room makes things seem like less. Room to see. Windows
To be wrapped in space. Room as shelter. Room is a multilayered word today