an edge is like a temporary point of reference that defines perception. and i love looking closer and noticing the next layer of definition that always presents itself...like some sort of dance celebrating the spaces between the beats of your heart. those repetitive breaks along the line, a broken chant of sure-ness. a pattern forming where nothing will begin to take shape.
the flame fabric was applied to fever with the intention of using the flame motif as the edge, i have become carried away with wrapping the raw edge to hold it in place.
some sort of double edged boundary. the two ethnic elements used together has created a cross tribal feel.
oddly and accidentally, the gorgeous ikat from elsewhere has come in close contact with the first fabric i ever designed on loom. what a time warp we are in.
