i am adding cloth bit by bit.
but at the same time i feel like i am peeling off layers of skin.
and i have become quite surprised. and i am happier now that this is less pink. and i plan to soften the dark thing looming with stitch. i am enjoying the transitional aspect of this form. how it is changing according to what's on hand. in my my mind, i have finally redefined design as mending. and that's that.
