the nice thing, or at least the different thing about a large hand stitched cloth is the sense of journey. you might be working on one corner and the other corner could seem like the other end of the world. there are places to go and be that seem so different from one another. places.
to get lost in.
the spirit of a large cloth is just out of place on a wall. i always sensed that. today i am out walking (across the magic cloth) with the needle...the landscape seems new and strange. i am not afraid. stitching a journey is great practice for the real thing.
