This picture is a find.
An old frame from Grandma, with some old sampler in it. Years ago.
Fell to the floor, glass shattered, wood splintered.
The board tacked to the back of the frame was this. The photo glued to it faced inside. It is dated 1905.
I love the simplicity of it. The mystery of it. Just some guy and a building.
And just a board to the person who did the framing.
I'm back to patchwork. Holding Pattern. Looking at this last one. The simplicity of it. Just cloth. Pieced to make a square. Sort of a nine patch but not quite because this is what there was to work with. Just patchwork really. What patchwork is built on. Not art, not craft. Just patchwork. Making do.
But then, Me. Me making patchwork. Cloth + Me = What? That is what someone might see, ask, far off in the future. Quilt. jude, spirit cloth, what?