At Eye level... I was thinking.
So many cloths to be hung, I said to myself, not considered finished. Not including the Sanity Series which needs to remain rolled for the moment. That's a private collection. My purpose was to look, touch, maybe stitch, and then let go. Making space for big cloth. Big cloth going forward.
But now I want to look at all of them. Feel the volume of them. Feel the scope of them. Feel them. Gather their stories. And most importantly, see them as Patches. Puzzle Pieces. I will not have enough space I say. But then there is the basement. And the clothes lines. The ceiling? Oh ha! Let it all unroll then. The big, the small. All.
It has begun in some organized way, but it will soon fall away into some sort of dervish.
Feels so Good.
I think I will put some music on.
