i have to say that the curtains , that winter theater, let me do it...set the stage for the last act for this one...
...it transformed into something that, quite frankly, astounds me. (being astounded is such a personal triumph) it has spaces... lots of them. or just space. which almost protrudes into my sense of construction. i need this space as an important new component. this one, well, it weighs nothing. but it is strong.
...it has so many things, but the one thing, the heart that resulted from trying to cut a velvet applique from the surface and the stitches would not let go... the spot that seemed to ruin everything... a heart's remains...is everything.
the velvet tear that became a tree is a small scrap form mom's favorite suit. she loves green, especially olive green.
