Uncovering small journeys past.
This one came together during Patchwork in Perspective, while considering curves. It's been pinned to things and used to catch thought. But I always return here, it is still a fragment. And I am just looking. At the cloth, and the loose thoughts caught there and thinking they are the same. And then the difference between word and image.
I considered continuing with Patchwork in Perspective. But I don't think I can. Not in any formal way. Things have a much softer edge these days, one thing runs into another. Ambition melts away. I even laugh about it. my momentary lapses in reality.
The man made me a ring from his own hair. And believe me it's long enough.
