I pinned Medicine Earth on the wall. It didn't seem right anymore. I turned it on its side.
At home, I started a new pieced cloth. I used up all I had of some soft wool cloth.
It's extremely simple.
Walnut dyed.
I've been sewing a lot of squares together lately, and I can't really explain why in words. It just feels best for me now.
The textiles I make are documents. At the same time, they hold me. Also time. Also touch.
Time is my obsession: Not to waste it, not to lose it. Time is an object to me, something you can almost take hold of, if I could just collect enough of it in one clump. Anne Tyler (Dinner at the Homesick Restaurant)
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Sometimes, it is just the repetition of something that affords us the comfort we need at that time.
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