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)
Sometimes, it is just the repetition of something that affords us the comfort we need at that time.
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