the wool string figure that stands up in the cloud of white air is slightly crooked
the self is both narrative and metaphor
the stimulating questions in this post come from a young woman I spoke with on phone yesterday and I am still thinking about how I might best answer them
she was 21 years old, the same age I was when I made my first quilt.
"Love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday, far in the future you will gradually, without even noticing, live your way into the answers " From Letters to a Young Poet by Rainer Maria Rilke