intimate cloth

 I have come to drag you out of yourself and take you in my heart.

For a while now, I've been wanting to embroider love poems onto old wool blankets.
Love poems that also reference dreaming, or stars, or the sky.
This week, I started.

In the mornings, first thing, I go on my stationary bike.
The bike is in my studio, and gives me an opportunity to look at my pin wall.
I can prop a book on the bike too and these days I am reading about Joyce Wieland.
Joyce is one of my heroines and influences.
She made no division between paintings, quilts and films and firmly believed that the domestic and the intimate deserved a place in art.

I have come to drag you out of yourself and take you in my heart.
I have come to bring out the beauty you never knew you had and lift you like a prayer to the sky.
Rumi